The Beautiful Scar, and the Forged Iron Curtain.

Tonight, lit by the moon's radiance, I stare into your eyes.
A piano and a violin, are heard in the air.
For many moons, you have played with my heartstrings.
I've always wondered, Have I ever played with yours?
With my wings open, I wanna hold you.
I wanna say will you hold me? Do you love me?
With your push away, you said no.
The angry face, I will never forget.
You put up the wall of pride.
You say you we were never even good friends.
Not even close.
I am a stranger.
You are never sorry.
You are never forgiving.
You are bitter.
You are cold.
I am cold.