My heart is already broken! No more damage can you do!
In the symphony of madness, I sang the same to you.
But in this dueling duet of agony, who was teaching who?
This familiar song I thought I wrote, now claimed by someone new.
Who is this muse before me? Where did she learn this tune?
This melody I locked inside, revealed by this blue moon.
In bitterness I heed her cry, lost in this monsoon.
Joyous songs were not for us, we sang along too soon.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem