And the music starts

March 1, 2010
By Anonymous

And the music starts
in the heart that always rains.
The song nobody wants to hear falling upon deaf ears.
Red hearts scrawled across my fingertips
as they make their way down the piano keys of life
waitig for the crescendo of that first kiss.
Obsidian, star-covered eyes staring into the future,
--all sparkle, and crushed glass--
Under nocturne, rogue stars revealed.
And the music stops.
The prints of red hearts
leave emotionless blurs of apathy...
Spiraling downward for the eerie ending
To an unwanted song.

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