The Broken Musician
she sits, wide eyed and sincere
wondering if that she could be
the beauty of heart so severe
unaware of love then not free
she met hardships in learning anew
ignorant of all she must give
though a new way to heal way due
lest she not keep her cause to ive
he music flowed, shaking her ground
she now knew love like no other
relishing in comfort now found
unbeknowst of its knack to smother
she excelled, he pride knew no end
given to her was the cheers of crowds
here her confidence would amend
but now tells lies like thunderclouds
she enters hopeful and proud
then torn down and deemed unworthy
to leave this was what she now vowed
wanting to begin lifes next journey
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