Rewriting The Stars

She plays her skin like a violin, armed with a shiny metal bow.  She moves back and forth,  tone deaf as death.  The music has no beauty to show.  Passion is bled with no words said, for this song is just instrumental.  And when the girl falls down without a sound, she can't make it to the recital. 

The thudding in my chest Increasing, Getting louder and more urgent  Whenever you're around Whenever you touch me.  My heart must like you, It seems to try  To escape to you when you're near.  It gets nervous and skips a beat, Though my brain is telling it no.  My heart- How it pains me Whenever you go, Whenever I realize I can't have you.  Is this pain what it's like to feel again? Is this what it feels like to let my walls down again? Is this what it's like to let my heart free from its prison once again?

Just because you have fallen, my angel, doesnt make you  any less beautiful or amazing than you were before.