The white and black keys are soft
And gentle
And they play the most beautiful sound on earth.
But when you have a piano
That hasn't been touched in years,
It does more damage than good.
I remember the most skilled song I could play
Sounded so fluid three years later
Until I played that B flat.
I cringed and immediately let the note go
Then walked away
Because back then I had the mentality of
"what's the point of playing a song
If it just doesn't sound right?"
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poetry"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
