She wrote her stories
She sang her songs
She shredded every inch of the story
And kept her soul of the roses underneath the moon that scarred her like thorns of roses petals on the piano
She loved him enough to love him
She called a truce and made a friend
And now her dream is her destiny
And she is about to let go of every tear
And cry until her tears become the rain
And every story becomes
The last shred of the song on the piano.
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The last shred of the song on the piano (free verse poetry)
PoesíaShe wrote her stories She sang her songs She shredded every inch of the story And kept her soul of the roses underneath the moon that scarred her like thorns of roses petals on the piano She loved him enough to love him She called a truce and m...
