The words were mine
But they were spent for you
Every pair of eyes read them
Every one but yours
The rhythm of my heart
Matched the one of yours
But your hand you hold
Was weaved long ago
Someone else’s you had become
But not truly
Not in the right way
I would say
Your steps did not match his
Yet you wont let go
Even when you were left behind
Its his path you followed
My heart with you
Became a bliss
But what good can it be
When you have chosen to be blind
What good is this whining heart of mine
When your heart would never oblige
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