You pluck on my heartstrings,
To the tune of your picking,
Tugging and pulling the cords,
And i shall dance as you wish,
Scraped feet and bruised knees,
Round and round on the dance floor,
Where kings were fools,
And fools were foolish,
Behind closed doors,
Tears went unnoticed,
Every drop halted at the edge of my eyes,
Between painful steps,
With a dagger in my ribcage,
And you kept plucking,
On strings of my heartstrings
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