Her songA Poem by Mr. LopezShe played me like a violin And what a sad song she did sing She promised me the world But in the end took everything How many times will I play the same song While a different musician holds the bow When her performance ends, they all applaud But my feelings no one knows I should just shut up and play along Believe every word I’m told But I’m not a violin, I am a man And in her hands my heart she holds
© 2008 Mr. LopezFeatured Review
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