Strings upon her dancing heart,
I imagined, the world torn apart.
Within your grasp, your hands did shake.
My heart again, it did break.
So now I stand here feebly weak.
To tired to even speak.
I know you were part of my broken heart.
Once whole now torn apart.
I walk this thin line,
Hoping to see you one more time.
Grabbing on to whatever is there.
In hopes that someone will care.
But as I hold tight, my body let's go.
Because deep down my head does know.
You will hurt me again,
So now my beginning is your kind of end.
©terrylin53
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