“Every song is a part of me,
It comes from the heart in me.”
I can hear the symphony swell and burst from within her skin.
She keeps me from the music,
Play’s me… Like a deaf instrument.
I can see the orchestra inside her burning.
It might be easier to kill the flames this time,
Not every fire can burn forever.
Not every song can sing you back to me.
Believe me… I’ve tried.
Sometimes my body play’s songs that are
Better heard with the volume low…
I’m silent most days; it helps me hear things…
Like… your footsteps…
You’re not the only person that has walked away from me
Our music is lazy and forgotten.
Most days the only thing we make well together is silence.
And I want something between us to be beautiful…
…So I hope you’ll understand… When I cut my tongue out.
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