Broken Strings
I'm the cold air that you breath
The heat of hell beneath your feet
Now I'm here and then I'm there
I was your happiness but now I'm despair
From a racing car at the dawn of life
To a dead end street in the speed of light
You'll waste yourself until you die
Clenching on me, a single lie
Life is like a perfect rose
Bright red and as precious as gold
But the moment you grow strong
That's when you know the rose has thorns
Enough about what's dead and gone
And soon enough you'll be alone
Break what's left and burn the scars
Now a broken string is all that you are
This poem is about:
Me