And suddenly, I can no longer sing
our song anymore.
Its rhythm has lost its way from me,
the heartstrings have been plucked too often,
and my mouth can not utter
the words and lyrics
I had once marked on your lips.
Category: love
Restless Heart, Poetry by Natalie Ducey
He is a player and a thief, with no bounty in hand
Broken hearts are no reward for the boy disguised as a man
He rides the rails with an empty soul, like a man on the run
He can’t bear his own reflection, piercing eyes of a motherless son
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