An instrument of melancholy
Producing tunes so heavy
They drown me
Im drunk in its lullabies
Unable to rouse from slumber
Resonating with my soul's cries
The violin continues
To wail pain that otherwise cant be expressed
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Why is it
that after so many battles fought
between your fierce will and the meekness of your soul
It still hurts
And the exchanges are still so curt
Why is it
that after so many years
There’s still a gaping wound
Overflowing with unfound fears
Why is it
That it turned out the way it did
The end was so tragic
When the start was most romantic
Why is it
that after so much
You won’t let go
Of your emotional crutch
And you don’t move on
After he’s long gone
Are you not tired?
of this repeatitive rhapsody
It’s unfeeling cruelty and sordid mess
there’s nothing there for a princess
the harsh lash of words
run like a broken record
The cutting words haunt you down
Like a drawn sword
It’ll never return
the past will never disarm itself.
it has sworn enmity against you
to steal your future
the hurt can’t be undone
but the healing can begin
There are answers
Too many of them
To each 'why' you asked
Job asked why 181 times
God didn’t answer him once
He just made his end sweeter
And restored double
Let’s stop figuring why
And settle for ‘it’s not meant to be’
there's no treasure in the pastso lets be curious about the future
and see where blessings lay hidden
just turn your back on them all
and surf the waves again
never mind 'if the sun should refuse to rise'
or 'the moon doesn't hang in the night'
the tides WILL change
seasons do rearrange
98 degrees has come and gone
come on
move on.
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