a tune that stays
i always have trouble with surrendering my heart to slaughter. the vision will cut me instead—the violin, your voice. at times i can see clearly that i'm a fool. still don't make me care none. my heart is hot and bruised, and gasping. a late-set pain, a tune that stays. you haven't heard it, you haven't but you have, and you've known it because your heart used to hum it so clearly back then. internal composition. you'll hear those trumpets at the gates. it's just destiny. silly. you can never forget the steps of this waltz. don't they always come back again? those songs stuck in your head. that violin in your throat. the saddest song in the world—a duet. i want to meet again. right now in the here-times. just forget me and let me try again. hello, stranger. i believe i've lost you once. thank goodness you're here. i'm sorry. i'll hum the tune if you strike the chords; but let's make a better song, a better song— one that laughs and lives in the lungs. a ready joy. a tune that stays.
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