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He sits at the piano all day,
His head hung down.
Face hidden in his messy hair,
In his sadness he drowns.
He begins playing at the same time everyday,
Right when the sun begins to set.
Reminding him of old days,
How he and his love first met.
He plays the keys with his eyes close,
Same song going through his mind.
Her lies have killed him slowly,
Around his broken heart they entwine.
He stops playing abruptly,
Hands shaking in hate.
Clutching at the pain in his chest,
As if his broken heart was being pulled down by weights.
He lets out a soft cry,
Never again would he ever be whole.
My life being replayed again and again,
As the teardrops on my piano.
Written By HvN July 24, 2008
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