A song that can’t be played

If you stayed,

Would you put

the faded pictures,

torn in pieces,

into frames,

Like how you tossed

my heart

into the flames?

Maybe it is time

that you leave,

for your gritted teeth,

makes it hard to breathe.

I’ll be here

on this page,

writing a song

that can’t be played.

By,

Julia Ho, Selangor.

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