chordophone
Things aren't the same anymore
There's nothing to account for
I wish there was a painless way to end things
I wish you no longer had access to my heartstrings
They aren't the same strength as a harp
See right through me like an endocarp
Why can I only make it graze my skin
It won't break the flesh, not even begin
Copyright © Shay DOA | Year Posted 2024
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