This is the soundtrack to your heart,
every word was written for you,
with every single line
and every single beat,
all strummed in key for you.
Put it on repeat,
and never make it stop,
any string i ever broke
it was all done for you.
This is the sountrack to you heart,
without any words.
i kept you safe, and i kept you warm,
for only to end up torn.
but ill keep you playing over and over again,
untill i find another track.
Empty words, are what echo in my head
and another lonely road,
while i watch you walk a head.
With broken dreams,
and all the tears i cried,
your voice was my soundtrack
of trying to fight saying goodbye.
You left me in a room,
with only whispers from the wall,
needle to the disc player,
i thought you wouldnt let me fall.
So HEAR the soundtrack to your heart,
and the words you never said,
and when you try to find your way back,
to me you'll be as good as dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was great, and definately something I can...sort of relate to. n.n -Olivia