Melody for a Broken Heart

Story by Xandie on SoFurry

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poem


The strings are cold on my fingertips

And my lips are mourning for your lips

Bitter tears are streaming down my cheeks again

Staining my yearning flesh with bruised heartache

And filling my dreams with tarnished memories of then

You were once my whole world

Now you are the crumbled ruins of my universe

Lying in tattered remnants about my feet

And these strings are crying out for you

Your name hanging on every note

My fingers are bleeding crimson now

Pressing in so desperately to feel

The chords caressed in red

And I'm falling once again

But the worst of this whole ordeal is

I know you won't be here

Not like you were then

And there will be no bandages to heal my infected wounds

Nor sympathy for my shattered pride

After all,

You were the one to compose this piece

That breaks my skin and stings with salted tears

The one I am playing over and over again

And yet,

I am disappointed in you once more

You're not even here to listen to me play your melody

You remember it don't you?

It's the one you wrote for me.

Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw

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