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City Hall

The City Hall in my heart,

Met last night.

Paper clips reside on caperillies.

Piercing silver glisten-

Pumping burgundy DNA.


Debates stir-

Circling through, cobalt arteries.

Cursive-

Leaning, persuading, updating.

The fatty interior-

My vital muscle.


Whispers of impeachment-

Began to fly.

Learn to live another,

Live another day without his smile.

Walk away.

Dissolve the fragments.

That once was.

No, don't fret.

For this decision isn't final.

Lets begin to check your vitals.


My cells begin to scatter-

Your departure is all that matters-

As I seek reelection to my heart.

The judges all agree-

You were not the one for me,

And the hall quiets down before the start.


They huddle, just for me.

Deflecting-

your make-believe-

With their golden harps-

Sweet soliloquies.

Delving and digging-

For what used to be.


Your endorsements-

No longer recognized.

Your messages-

No longer accepted.

Your campaign?

No longer coursing through my veins.

Your speeches hold no substance-

For my heart strings can function-

Without you.


So deliver your last plea,

While the courts-

Ignore thee.

And your words-

Echo through my veins.

My representatives-

Filter them.

Argue them.

Protect me-

From your deception.

They cradle-

Hold and caress-

The heart you deceived.


Please,

Let it be.

For this throbbing-

Is no longer for you.

Because,

Only my heart knows-

What I've been through.


So carry on-

My little darling,

And until then.

Your trial is over-

Before it began,

My heart is difficult,

To tame.

Buy for a change,

I'll be the commander-

Until I'm sane.


And as your campaign flyers

Rustle in the wind-

Remember, you once did win.

The courts did once agree,

You were the one for me.

But, 

The City Hall in my heart,

Met last night.