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My heart was played upon
Third string of her banjo
The memories of her Iím drawn
Reliving purgatories of woe
The melodious strings of her thumb
Interject sublime repentance
Nostalgia trumpets her rumbled drum
My soul bewails for her presence
My eyes are betrayed and captivated
Yet frozen in time with fear
Our untimely separation I hated
Saturated with unforgivable grief to bear
Her strum resurrected a nerve
Reawakening the life I once buried
She was my everything I didnít deserve
And to think we were once married
Her resolve, overwhelmingly strong
In my head it would play and linger
Like a puppet I danced to her song
As she played my life on her finger
Tears marathon my face
I fight my composure
Must escape this place
And beg her for closure

Written by Sex_on_the_Joe (Joe-D)
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