Deaf melody:
Dark wings, a sinful disgrace to men of a holy cloth that I tried to show my true colors to. There hate and distrust for what they don't know taking form to a blade to strike me so. But I fly and soar to my own deaf melody regardless of my own betrayed memories. A cut to the wing isn't enough to keep me down. My song might be silent but I refuse to drown. Even when only one knows of me, me and my deaf melody. A shocking sound of broken keys a desecrated symphony, a feeling that will swell for those who dwell. But Alas I am lost in lively thought, blind to those who I know have forgot. I only show those who are willing to see, me and my deaf melody. Even though it's filled with joy there's not much use in a broken toy. A Doll, a demon, a girl without cohesion. I call and I call but heaven keeps making me fall. The gate is closed, how could I appose. But through my heart ache my smile never wavers. For they have a promise, a promise to me, forget-me-not, and I shan't weep, a pianos voice for me to keep.
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Deaf Melody
PoetryJust a thing I was doing. It was going to be a song but, whatever. It's probably poorly written. So sorry about that. I'm just scrolling through the notes in my phone and thought I'd post it.
