Musical Love

by Poetess Lana   May 26, 2006


G flat.
B sharp.
Your fingers pluck the sound of my heart.
Whether in
love,
like,
or hate,
it never shows,
I never know.
I pour my heart
out.
All the broken
p
i
e
c
e
s
on the ground.
You picked them
up.
And put my
broken heart
back together
again.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Tiny Reader

    I wish I could give you a 5 for daring to do something different, but it doesn't quite work. Nearly, but there is something missing. I like how you did 'pieces'. Fragmenting this word onto different lines was clever :)

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