I swang

I swang.I swang from his heart thread to my last heart thread. I swang unto his last heartbeats than I fallen, from his strings. That were holding me up like a string puppet. I sawng into the middle of a cold hearted man. Into the middle of a trouble lost soul man heart's. I sawng up,up,up, and away from mann kind. Than swang down into a lost self loved man. That has no name to think of,or to be trouble by, dreaming about this man. I swang unto a note of the fiddler of itself just, fiddling away. Than swang back into the ukulele player who played my, song. A song for my lovers but a different type of beats, for my enemies. I swang to thee of the hopeless loved ones who, plead the love to there special ones. I swang from here, to there,to far,to near by hopes.