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

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