The Stringed Heart

Once upon a time,
my heart was stringed,

and anyone
with a genuine smile for me,

was allowed
to play their notes on it,

but then
things changed,

as my own ears
became more discerning,

and slowly
every jarring sound,

resulted in me
snipping the offending cord,

till one day
there were none left to strum on,

Now,
my heart has no strings,

it only
beats for me,

and my ears
have begun to love,

the consistency
of that sound.

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