A Song That Can'T Be Played
If you stayed,
Would you put
the faded pictures,
torn in pieces,
into frames,
Like how you tossed
my heart
into the flames?
Maybe it is time
that you leave,
for your gritted teeth,
makes it hard
to breathe.
I'll be here
on this page,
writing a song
that can't be
played.
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