Mar 2015
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His mistake was making her his being
When instead of sharing his heart, he gave her his whole
She played with his heart like a symphony, a beautiful masterpiece with sad melody that broke hearts
She left him with broken strings
She played him till he broke, till he could no longer compose any beat
An incomplete song with no rhythm, just a dead chorus singing with no harmony, playing a silent orchestra in an empty stage
.
His mistake was making her his being
When instead of sharing his heart, he gave her his whole
She played with his heart like a symphony, a beautiful masterpiece with sad melody that broke hearts
She left him with broken strings
She played him till he broke, till he could no longer compose any beat
An incomplete song with no rhythm, just a dead chorus singing with no harmony, playing a silent orchestra in an empty stage
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Written by
Shaima Al-Marzouqi
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