Broken String
It’s the same pattern all over, the same way.
The same story all night again and again.
Her song went on and looped but never strays,
nothing ever changed and she kept singing in vain.
Strummed the notes, through her fears and pain,
smiles and tears, a languished memory they’d bring.
Sorrows were hidden, happiness she’d feign
and the incomplete melody played with no more but a broken string.
He stabbed her heart once again, after that day
life was taken away and so was her sane.
Begged for mercy one last time, she stopped and prayed.
Filled one single glass with a whole bottle of champagne
the familiar moans through days she’d maintain.
Attempts she took trying to mend the wedding ring
but all that were left were pieces she disdained
and the incomplete melody played with no more but a broken string.
Other songs joined in along but faded away.
Alone again the cries had once been restrained.
Solid tears, trapped in her eyes will soon decay.
It’s this same song to him she’d once entertain,
and this damaged guitar she threw but detained.
As the blood trickled down her lips but her heart that sting.
She endured the pain, in hope that something will break the chain
and the incomplete melody played with no more but a broken string.
Strumming the notes, through her fears and pain
smiles and tears, a languishing memory they brings
Sorrows are hidden, happiness she feigns
and the incomplete melody plays with no more but a broken string.
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