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the music of my heart.
i don't sit here in regret.
or even wanting another chance
someday ill learn to trust,
but it will probably take a lifetime.
the music of my heart is the opposite of pretty.
it's horrifying, and will cause you never ebding.
nightmares.
this is a dark, burning desire.
for your hatred of me.
it changes from this hatered
to chaos as every little thing i say,
gets thrown across the suddenly silent, dark, ocean.
i shatterd the glass of which your picture once sat.
trying to put it together,
but the glass bonds deep inside my scar'd hands.
as i bleed, and pour out my emotions.
i want more of this love.
i love this pain becasue of you
i crave this pain, oh if you only knew.
I sit comfortably numb.
while your presence dosent bring love.
but awaits for it, from someone else
as i wait for you.
you dont know what you had, you never did.
you recation, so lifeless and bitter.
i cant handle this
but somewhere deep inside.
i will wakwe up,
to realize it wasn't a dream
but just the music,
and all what it means.
