I press the black key,
The odd one out from the rest.
Why is there so many keys,
And I can't find the perfect one from the rest,
Why do I look for love,
When it leaves me instead.
I continue playing the piano,
Like you played me again.
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Reverie (NOT COMPLETE)
PoetryA poetry book to uplift your mood or make you quite emotional. If you want a get away trip from reality. All things are based on the writer and real life experiences :) (Reverie-a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.)
