Music

I was hoping you could tell me why
Why at all did you start that beautiful song
Poppy flowers, meteor showers
All the reasons you and I came along

I have been broken enough to know it hurts
I won't go on to take it that far
Didn't see it coming you'll leave so soon
Even though, you were the one to start

Your version of you, my version of you
Who knows what's ultimately true
I wasn't hoping you'd sing at all
You did, in that song, now I belong 

The stage is on fire, from what I didn't start 
Blinded by the smoke, all I saw was light
If not to love, atleast to align
All the miseries that a lover has to find!

Facing the music now or the absence of it
Consuming pages with the fire in me
Is it hopeless to seek solace in these words?
A place, a time, a script to set me free

Contain, abort, run or stay
Nothing hurts like a broken will
The music you played, the one I hummed
The world is expecting me to dance, still.

 

-He didn't want to hurt me.

Al