Heart-Strings
By Celeste
A song plays at my heart-strings Plucking out a gentle melody It flows through my veins; life to my soul My poor deprived soul My breath comes in gasps, I cannot stand There is no peace for my poor weak body Too weak to satisfy my yearning My longing, ever wanting To make love to my sweet music That beautiful, twisted piece of metal Wrought from the Earth by man Lovingly caressed by my translucent hands But not put to my crack'd lips No, for my haggard breaths come in gasps I shall have to content myself To hear my music in my head. Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 09:42 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"A song plays at my heart-strings..."