#brokenmelody
The Minor Key of Memory
A bow across strings,
Crying out the unspoken,
Lines of lost desire.
The melody is a ghost,
Of the boy who walked away.
Her voice soft and low,
Reading verses of his name,
Now another's prize.
Each vibrato is a sigh,
For the hand she cannot hold.
Poetry and wood,
Bleeding out the bitter truth,
In a minor key.
She translates her broken heart,
Into songs he’ll never hear.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:51 AM UTC