My heart always plays a symphony,
Though all my old lovers have no sympathy,
The notes have no tempo,because it was pain,
And I swear the more I played this song the more happy I gain,
But when I come near the end I go insane,
You see my song has no name, it can't be explained,
As long as I'm playing it I'm just fine,
But then my notes fade and squeak I seem to lose my mind,
My feelings I express but the balance is sick,
It sounds like screams something armature can't fix,
If you make me stop my song,
I would fall apart,
You brake my instrument,
You just broke my performing heart,
Oh sweetheart my heart wasn't meant for you to be violent,
Music expresses which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent ....
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Heart Broken
Poetrya few weeks ago this guy I cared for crushed my heart and I want to let go of that pain so I'm writing and healing