Those Words

He speaks of nothing but hate
Fighting almost every single day
A solid tear caressed her face
To cry is all she knows
The pain in her heart is too much
Looking for another way
She took to song and learned to play
A spontaneous melody they would say
She stole her heart
Killed her spirit
To this day;
No more music will be played
Hollow as his heart may be
He still had a dream
To learn to love without falling at the seams.

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