Delicately watching the Violin Strings breaking like the strings on my heart. The sounds of glass vases shattering
The pieces making pictures on the floor. As if I couldn't take things seriously as I used to anymore
The sound of my voice becoming brittle from all the shout in my heart
Drowning the deep red roses till they wither up, pressing them in-between books
Keeping them together, pasting the broken vases up. Like patching a wound that still had it's scar
Don't make me fall apart like that, keep me glued together cuz I know that we are one
Giving each other letters as if we were donating blood as a gift for one another to keep us closer & well
But keep drowning the roses till they bleed out more of their essences
The voices calling me out, calling me out of my corner, oooooh, oooh, ooh
Delicately watching the Violin Strings breaking like the strings on my heart. The sounds of glass vases shattering
The pieces making pictures on the floor. As if I couldn't take things seriously as I used to anymore
The sound of my voice becoming brittle from all the shout in my heart
Drowning the deep red roses till they wither up, pressing them in-between books
Keeping them together, pasting the broken vases up. Like patching a wound that still had it's scar
Keeping my head on my shoulders, hearing the Violin, Violin Strings playing
A symphony of Black Swan, a 100 Black Swans dancing in the sky, ooooh, oooh, oooooooh
Putting the Violin Strings on my heart to replace the ones that it lost, the chambers of my heart
Moving like a song, of love & compassion. Stronger emotions things that I feel
When my heart felt heavy or received all the love that it needed to heal the scars of the past & now, past & now
The pieces making pictures on the floor. As if I couldn't take things seriously as I used to anymore
The sound of my voice becoming brittle from all the shout in my heart
Drowning the deep red roses till they wither up, pressing them in-between books
Keeping them together, pasting the broken vases up. Like patching a wound that still had it's scar
Don't make me fall apart like that, keep me glued together cuz I know that we are one
Giving each other letters as if we were donating blood as a gift for one another to keep us closer & well
But keep drowning the roses till they bleed out more of their essences
The voices calling me out, calling me out of my corner, oooooh, oooh, ooh
Delicately watching the Violin Strings breaking like the strings on my heart. The sounds of glass vases shattering
The pieces making pictures on the floor. As if I couldn't take things seriously as I used to anymore
The sound of my voice becoming brittle from all the shout in my heart
Drowning the deep red roses till they wither up, pressing them in-between books
Keeping them together, pasting the broken vases up. Like patching a wound that still had it's scar
Keeping my head on my shoulders, hearing the Violin, Violin Strings playing
A symphony of Black Swan, a 100 Black Swans dancing in the sky, ooooh, oooh, oooooooh
Putting the Violin Strings on my heart to replace the ones that it lost, the chambers of my heart
Moving like a song, of love & compassion. Stronger emotions things that I feel
When my heart felt heavy or received all the love that it needed to heal the scars of the past & now, past & now
( Audrey Sherman )
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