Broken Piano

our lives are like a distorted musical like a broken piano, ugly, but beautiful my intentions are to make a difference in a cold world where nobody is perfect but i'm not either i just wish that i could see her but i have not looked at her the same way so i go off alone and i mask my face for she has changed and hung out with fake friends but if you come back to me i have learned to forgive but never forget because the first day we met...we were close...a love no matter how hard i still would take a toast... i still love you, for i made a promise sometimes i still wonder how did this has all started imma be honest stop running after romantic fantasys just wait be patient our past in our minds are like lost memories now i'm made out to be the emeny i love you but i'm never showing you this poem for this poem explains how i feel in musical notes you will never know! as always my Lord my Savior still writes with me in this testimony in pen and paper yes our lives maybe a broken piano imperfectly perfect hard to find our sound tho our keys are like the voices from each chapter of our testimony so yes i loved you more often then you thought so...imma just leave it like that i'm done