I make you play your mandolin
And sing for me through a rhythmic sin.
Unlike the girls who I strum like a harp
Who play my heart like a violin.
Cherry skies; you and I.
Blossom baby! It's do or die!
Bonni and Clyde was up to no good
Or were they too misunderstood?
Alone in our world away from eyes,
Intertwined and tangled hearts.
Complex minds and strangled words,
When will it die,? When will it spark?
Seasawed are my wayward thoughts,
Back and forth with what I want
And what I can have outside the truth...
Something real I can never have?
Something fake that can last?
Or maybe this is as real as it can be
More than the lip-singers from my past.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
