I am a sound deep in your heart, a melody,
I am alive inside your mind, a fantasy.
Every single your clef
Is another hope burnt
Every single your chord
Is another lie born,
Your dark melodies -
Like a last lullaby,
And every soul is
A lab rat for your mind.
Why is being your muse
As being your toy,
Why is being your queen
As being your pawn,
Your dark fantasies
Leave aching scars,
Your romanticism
Is a heartless farce.
Together but alone,
Grieving for the world
That was not ever real,
You’ve given in to ghosts,
You’ve dared the gods and lost,
You’ve never felt for me.
I am a sound deep in your heart, a melody,
I am alive inside your mind, a fantasy.
My Maestro
© Copyright: Анна Ринифе, 2018
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