My heart plays a symphony beyond it's prison walls,
My bones strum the last chord as I take the fall.
Thoughts racing through my head when I hit the ground,
Yet all that can escape my lips is a strangled sound.
For years I have hidden my sweet symphony,
Congratulations mother, it dies with me.
YOU ARE READING
Broken.
PoetryThis is simply a place for me to put my poetry. All poems are written by me unless stated otherwise. Contains content that may be triggering
