I am the broken chord on the black guitar that will never stop playing.
I am the vocal chord of the poor young girls heart that would never stop singing.
Playing sweet nothings until my doom.
The lonely black sheep lost in the corner of the room.
The room is full of people smiling through their chest.
I'm smiling too, but through the emptiness I digest.
I am the tear that just won't come out.
I am the fear your mommy warned you about.
I am the heart that never skips a beat.
I am the brain that always wants a peek.
I am the faucet that will never cease to leak.
I am the other half you never got to meet.
I am the story you always hear but never got to read.
I am the soul of the elder who cries.
My glasses reflect so that you can't indulge into my eyes.
I am that yawn that puts you to sleep.
I am the memories to whom you regret you said goodbye.