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She will not look,
Refuses to see;
Only knowing what is beneath
Fingertips quietly whispering—
Those lovely black and white keys.
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Out of her heart pours music,
Filling the room to the brim;
Drowning out the silence so unfeeling.
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It tells of all emotions,
Hidden underneath fragile skin;
Of hopes fallen,
Of dreams devastated.
Of when she so despertly
Tried to glue them back together.
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When the song was ruined,
She walked the line;
Chosing everything short of suicide.
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Slipping on cruel words of a treacherous world,
She broke through a net,
Of thin spider’s string,
Onto a lake of hateful, broken ice.
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Her feet opened on the shards like knives,
The sky her reflection with a blood-faced moon.
Tears of glasss streak dwon her face,
Her never-ending, always flowing scars.
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The lake behind her,
She trod a road name Distress,
Littered with corpses of memories
She tried to forget.
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Until, on that road, she came upon a sign that read,
“Break the cycle of pain,
Go down a trail you’ve never seen,
For not every heart is empty,
Every wing does not have to be broken.”
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So down the way she travled,
Finding the room in which she now dwells,
Playing out the song of her pain,
So she may write a new song.
As I said, this is a good basis for something that can be even better!
