Fractured Serenade
...Do I lay you to rest?
Gathering up the harp
Assuming its over
via the cold shoulder
Pure skin I once travelled
hands pressed
Playing strings with grace
lost in sound
when did emotion blind thee?
Once gentle heart beats
Darken eyes
what one saw now feels distant
callus fingers and brittle notes
such a soft song turned hate
no move, afraid in doing so
snap, sweating and broken
detachment
resentment
our harp has fallen
yet you know where thee
Sundials, caterpillars to butterflies
"sweat of the brow"
what have we grown into?
Pick you up
Any chances left?
bruised and broken
"play that song of love".
This, I can not promise
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