You promised, heart of mine,
never again would that sun come up;
the palms wouldn’t sway to that song
and the butterflies shall remain tightly
shut in the glass jar.
You concluded, heart of mine,
melody and harmony hurt more than it
So, we’re better off without that
You learned, heart of mine,
symphonies and duets were beautiful only
when the sync was perfect.
One wrong note, one slip off key,
it risks becoming a disaster,
orchestrated or otherwise.
Leaving you, once again,
yearning for what once was –
the beautiful dream that metamorphosed
into a nightmare.