My Heartstrings
I had her shoe in hand
Her fragrance hesitant to leave the room
The clock had struck midnight
And my Cinderella left my heart
Leaving me clinging to the memories I had of her
See, she came with the promise to love
One of a kind, pure like a dove
But all she did was dance and make merry
For by midnight she had to hurry
As fast as she came, she left
In anguish i cried out loud and wept
The chord on my heart strings
Turned from a ballard to a dirge
And each pluck of the string took me back to my oblivion
Where love was a distant past and an improbale future
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