A tender heart ripping suddenly in two
Like the loud crash of the cymbals.
Tears flowing smoothly down pink cheeks
As clarinets ring in chords of pain.
Her happy smile turning to a frown
Is as though a saxophone rings in a low solo.
Him letting go of her hand in dislike
Flutes bring in a mournful duet.
The soul once so filled with love, now empty
The french horns ring in with eighth notes.
Dreams of what she could have had now fake
Bright trumpets decrescendo into nothing.
The love she once had now gone so suddenly
Like an unclear cutoff of a beautiful song.
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