Love Unsung.

It's a cruel melody when

you play with my heart,

broken strings, our memories

have crumbled into to dust.

It's a cruel melody when

the song we used to sing

discordant notes on the wall

peeling off like dirty paint.

It's a cruel melody when

disjointed rhymes afloat

in the air catch dying light

of dreams all for naught.

It's a cruel melody when

serenades are hushed,

out of tune, out of time

our love has turned to rust.