My heart was a collection of string some pulled
too much dishevelled in arraignment others played
a melody that reverberated Upon a soul but all
were tugged in one way or another.

It was who was playing them at any given time,
friend, lover, all played the strings in a different
way. I was like a string quartet, I was performed
in many an angle in different ways.

Play my heart, make this vessel mimic your needing's
on any given day. but please don't break my strings
as this are the only ones I play, emotional selotape
is easily snapped once you erode the rhythm away.

I have a tune each different to those I meet and how
they feel it should be played. But its still an instrument
of my life, it doesn't need to be pulled all the time.
Its of feeling so be gentle as my strings need rest ok.