Broken symphonies
That's what you hear when you think of him
A sharp screech against string,
A melancholic track to a tragic scene
Stolen moments
That are fleeting like a midday dream
You sink in his embrace
Like tiny coins into wishing streams
Slow kisses
That pull you into chords of haze
His fingers trace a trembling note
His eyes fixated in a starry gaze
Broken promises
A knife curled underneath your skin
He leaves without the slightest glance
His love and patience worn paper thin
your eyes rill acid rain
And it comes back to you
The Broken symphonies
The tragic sound of the colour blue

















