Troubled souls love dancing to the voice of lovers past;
Whose songs are sown with melodies of days not meant to last.
That rhyme in time with teardrops to a heartbeat out of tune;
Whose haunting echoes fill the silence of an empty room.
They ring with resignation...call her long forgotten name;
They drip from lips like poison...joining tears that fall like rain.
As lovely lies form lullabies that promise no more pain;
My soul will go on dancing as my heartbeat sings her name.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
Troubled souls love dancing to the voice of lovers past;
Whose songs are sown with melodies of days not meant to last.
That rhyme in time with teardrops to a heartbeat out of tune;
Whose haunting echoes fill the silence of an empty room.
They ring with resignation...call her long forgotten name;
They drip from lips like poison...joining tears that fall like rain.
As lovely lies form lullabies that promise no more pain;
My soul will go on dancing as my heartbeat sings her name.
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