I hear the tick
and the click
and the beat of the drum
the sound of thudding
within my ear drums
It beats loudly
as the music strums
Softly and slowly
your voice hums
a beautiful tune
I must have assumed
that beautiful tune
was your heart beat
making music for me
You must have been amused
Now all the chords have been broken
The violin plays the saddest song tonight
Forever entwined within the notes
radiating from your subtle lies
This is the part in the chorus
where I fall to my knees
and plea for a different reprise
Kindly ask my heart
for the sense and sensibility
To start a new life
Those masterful musical notes
you wrote, are deeply embedded
Within a monstrosity of tangled
windpipes and heart valves
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
I hear the tick
and the click
and the beat of the drum
the sound of thudding
within my ear drums
It beats loudly
as the music strums
Softly and slowly
your voice hums
a beautiful tune
I must have assumed
that beautiful tune
was your heart beat
making music for me
You must have been amused
Now all the chords have been broken
The violin plays the saddest song tonight
Forever entwined within the notes
radiating from your subtle lies
This is the part in the chorus
where I fall to my knees
and plea for a different reprise
Kindly ask my heart
for the sense and sensibility
To start a new life
Those masterful musical notes
you wrote, are deeply embedded
Within a monstrosity of tangled
windpipes and heart valves
© 2013 Christina Jackson
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