As the heart inside a puddle lies
A whisper spoken through the night
Though the heart thought it was the wind
And didn't listen to its broken hymn
What the heart heard it have denied
As the symphony began to cry
Bizzare, it listens to its alibi
The symphony began to plead, to listen to its broken harmony
Curiousity takes the lead, the tiny heart listens to its agony
The broken harmony sounded like a soft melody
The heart was finally free, its sound made it feel so heavy
The puddle in which the heart lied, soon dried up a new path in sight
The symphony was in need of help the heart takes the lead
They danced and entangled in a broken masterpiece
They emerged and the heart asks "dance again with me please?"
The broken melody looks in disarray "But my harmony is a broken plate"
The tiny heart kneeds and it prays That thou harmony once again, will turn great
The harmony feeds off the hearts delusion, their melody become more and more ruined
The distorted harmony makes them feel hallucinated, making the heart see its back in the puddle
The reality is that it was still dried, but the heart sat there and it cried
A little poem about a broken heart which me and my friend did
