deadpan

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my heart sang a song, a ballad with no lyrics.
no words could ever make up that feeling.

my face told a story, a tale of no happiness.
an unfamiliar sensation.

your heart sang a song, a ballad with no music.
only words that fell helplessly.

your face told a story,  a melancholy fable
an emotionless tale, of a deadpan life.

together we serenaded the world,
with beautiful music,
and meaningful words.
only,
no one could hear it except for us.

together we silenced the world,
the ones with loveless lives,
and pointless meanings.
only,
everyone could hear it,
they pretended not to.

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