The Song Has Changed
The door closes on my broken heart setting the harmony for my next song
The things I don’t understand are not the beat but why people cheat?
The beat is easy my mind wraps around it with the quickness of cheetah running after its pry over with in seconds. But cheating is something my head does not wrap around how can you cheat when you say you love me? How can you hear the beat that was my heart which has now broken not in a mellowed tune but into the silence in the empty nights?
Cutting is something I use to forget the pain, deeper the pain deeper the cut.
But no matter how...