Noise In My Head

Play my heartstrings like a violin Sweet and bitter like a mandolinUp and down the scale to my chagrinLeft with no more turns, try to find a way inYour face in a stuporous grinWalls of my heart broken down like walls of West BerlinNo answers, like holding me together with a body pinYour pain tattooed on my heart like my car’s VinFeelings strewn in a bin, you complain About selling your brand new SchwinnFeel like a fish caught in net, Alive while getting her fins skinnedWouldn’t feel so much pain if my heart Wasn’t previously scarred by kinAlmost disappear, your thoughts and mind grow thinAlong with your body fleshMade of flesh and blood, not of tinSuffer with words create a fierce din My heads in a spin from all the noiseDesire a way to create a winSearch for what may have beenWhile time eludes us, realize I’m older to begin



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