Crimson and Ivory
tears
on her pillow
refuse to dry
only her piano
knows her pain
sitting
in her gown
her fatigued fingers
break her silence
as they weep
until crimson drops
stains her keys
yet
no one
hears her sorrowful
serenade of
shame
a fool for love
lamenting his
lack of loyalty
her eyes flood
dripping onto ivory
rectangles of regret
but
they wash away
crimson blemishes
for her to play
vividly and vigorously
harmony of her hands
play away the pangs
of heartbreak
her heart knows
this symphony
could end in tears
but
she smiles
believing there is
always hope for a
better tomorrow
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