One last chordA Poem by Ghoul
My heart was the keys
her mind was the hands she played the piano creating taunting harmonies As each finger lands upon the cold surface of my keys the strings were plucked beneath till my knee's gave out The melody of death the harmony of love as memorising as the last her fast hands showed the galaxy within her palms igniting my eyes with doves, pure white for hope but as time took its toll her fingers pressed down the lower notes a roll of shadows dragged me from the dove infested world into the depths of dejected lovers my keys were shattered her hands tainted with shards of soul (May you never have a days worth of peace)
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4 Reviews Added on March 31, 2018 Last Updated on April 24, 2018 Tags: depression, anxiety, psychology, death, suicide, life, love, hate Author
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