No Cure

When I get a broken heart I really wish it’d break
that way I could mend it with a piece or two of scotch tape.
Or perhaps I’d stick it together with a dab of Elmer’s glue
or maybe I’d stitch it up again to make it all brand new.
But whenever my heart breaks I try to heal the pain -
I care for it and protect it but my efforts are in vain…
for it always breaks again.

A.R.M.
01/31/92