Playing my heartstrings like your own personal harp,
I don’t even know the tune.
Tears that fall more frequently tell me
I am not immune.
I find myself looking, waiting, anticipating
Every little word.
The Sun, Moon, and stars all remind me
Of all that was said, all that was heard.
I find myself wondering and asking what happened,
Would you fix it if you could?
My heart breaks again, night after night,
But deep down, I always knew it would.
But that’s life, just the way the cookie crumbles,
I guess some would say.
You’ve asked me to trust you time and again,
So I have done,
I just hope it’s not to my dismay.