each and every one
You said that nowadays
You had very few of your own
They broke
and they snapped
and hung loosely and out of tune
Damaged by the tension always around you.
You had your string
and you were so full of life
Until that one god awful night
It gave into the stress and gave up the fight
You needed someone to join in
to the sound of the symphony
You called to the violin
resting with in me.
'you have all of your strings
play a tune.
I will do my best to accompany you'
I played my soul out in your confidence
Yet it was still no match for the brilliance
resonating from that solitary note
Each simple strum wrought with so much force
a life full before its time
A string so weighed down by experience...
I have my heart strings.
These days they don't make a sound.
No music emanates from the beating mound in my chest.
No rhythm or rhyme to quantify the intensity of the emotion I am feeling.
You lived with that one final string
When it broke it ended me
The final echo of the discord inside of you.
You focused so hard on quantity
Which is a shame because your one surviving string had more quality
than the full size orchestra beating inside of me.
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