Heartstrings

At first you strummed my slender heartstrings

And produced a mellifluous sound

Your hands worked delicately like angel wings

Producing harmonic symphonies all around

I wished for your graceful playing to never end

But time proved later not to be my friend

Time ran away from me, and all the running hurt my heart

And I thought that your amazing hands could heal

But I failed to see that from the very start

Your heartstrings were unclinging, damaged, but you never revealed

Somehow you changed, your music no longer sounds okay

And your hands got rougher and my heartstrings began to flay

But your music made me deaf to my own tortured cries

Your cold touch made me numb to the searing pain

So I begged tearfully even more for your playing to go by

Soon your heart slowly hardened, your soul filled with taint

You no longer tugged, but instead you pulled with your might

Impervious to the discord that arose from your fight

And when you can no longer take your shambolic symphony of torture

You grabbed a pair of scissors while I was stunned

And cut them off

One

By

One. . .

Turning my heart like yours.

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