My broken heart strings played a quiet symphony hoping someone would hear the violin in my body needed a tuning.
Quietly is key who hears the silence. Bright eyes & terrible lies crossed up my tongue.
Would you believe someone if they said they were in love... With you.
No I sighed why believe such stupid lies in a time where my lips stuck silent in disguise. Who could love a violin that was out of tune.
A bust bridge & strings that barely sang just a quiet piece being played in my head.
To be in love with me is dumb. Especially when newer violins play fantastic master pieces that would drown you in beauty.
I'm still in repair.