Song of the Heart

Breakups suck. (This was written a while ago about an old breakup. I'm happily in a relationship now).

If  my heart could write you a song,

it would sound like the desolate twang of a broken violin.

Every note would be morphed, wrong,

and the lyrics would sound like sin.

If my heart could construct a beat,

it would sound like a busted drum.

Like the siren on the last boat left in a battalion fleet,

every creaking of its bass sounds numb.

If my heart could sing the words,

it would sound like an off-key guitar.

Like the wrong time of day for the birds,

and a nighttime without the shine of a star.

What I mean to say is that, no matter how hard I try,

everything in me is dull.

My mind is in pieces and my throat is dry,

but my heart can't stop singing the song of your soul.

Author's Note

I have another place where I used to upload my poetry, but I like the format here better, so all of these poems I'll be uploading are newer ones that I just want to upload here for the sake of having them all in the same place.