There was a time when I died

When my heart had stopped

Yet my heart did not cry

For her knife was quick and sly


Deadly was the knife in her hand

Poisonous and sharp her blade

Poisonous and sharp her words

Deadly was the knife in my back


Her eyes, her face, her laugh, her laugh

Stopped playing the music of my soul

My heart no longer beat for her

She had killed me


But soon my heart beats again

She could not kill it

Courage hath survive

My heart beat pain


I believed my heart would only beat

Only if she played the strings

Yet when she stopped playing

My strings carried on singing


No longer does my heart depend

On fake love and fake affection

But on real tears and laughs

Real emotion and heart