My heart use to sing
My heart use to sing
With a pulse of life
And I would sing with it
At times it was so extreme
Until the day you took its light
You poisoned its pulse
My dreams, my freedom from you
Was false- and with your every lie
I lost myself
Your every move
I ducked, I hid
Like a child with no spark
My heart use to sing
This poem is about:
Me