my heart was
that you played
it vibrated with every pluck
but one day
you cut the strings of your prized violin
and here i am with a broken soul
YOU ARE READING
because of you || poetry
Poetryin which the words that dribble from my broken lips are for you may 15, 2018 - july 15, 2019
e i g h t y - f i v e
my heart was
that you played
it vibrated with every pluck
but one day
you cut the strings of your prized violin
and here i am with a broken soul
