Played Me

Promises made somehow become

Promises broken

Broken pieces of a heart

That beat once for another

You can hear the beat go

Drum lines through heart lines

Palm reader give me an answer

Thoughts tug at strings never meant to be

Pulling me in every direction

Heart strings played brilliantly but not by me

If only I could have seen more than the hands that played me.

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