You played my heartstrings
Just like you played your harp
A skillful musician;
Graceful, lithe, and smart
The first time I saw you
I knew that you looked sharp
But so was the knife
You drove into my heart

And I cried for you
Tears of pain, tears of sorrow
I would have died for you
Given up my tomorrow
When you turned your head from me
The music wouldn’t start
But next thing I knew:
You were playing at my heart

I don’t know why I
Hear you in my head
It’s been a year
Since they found you dead…

To think of your death
A most terrible thing
You never heard the
Beat of angel’s wings
‘Cause of some reckless driver
On a one-way street
All that you heard was
Your heart’s very last beat

And I cry for you
Tears of pain, tears of sorrow
I would die for you
To give you my tomorrow
When they made you close your eyes
The music wouldn’t start
But still I can feel
You playing in my heart

Readers, I hope you enjoyed my poem. It has been described as great by some, and as sad by others. I would like to know how you would describe it. If it made you cry, let me know; if it made you think a little, let me know. ("In simpler terms," interrupts Lilyre, "REVIEW!")

Livvyg