Hopeless Romantic
You play with my heart
as if it were an instrument to your entertainment.
You use my emotions
as the beat to your song.
You look at me
but say nothing, leaving me empty.
Is my love real to you? No,
You’re just singing through my soul with notes,
cutting me, deeper and deeper, with every verse.
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