A melody plunked by tender hands
The heart swells with the key change
But with 88 keys, not 1 is played for me
Her hair sways with the rhythm
A fragile voice sings harmony
A melody plunked by tender hands
Memories drawn from, the refrains
A song inspired through acts of love
The heart swells with the key change
A devoted audience listens on
Our contributions helped write the song
But with 88 keys, not 1 is played for me
YOU ARE READING
Crank
PuisiA collection of poems from me. Squeezing out the last of my creativity until I have nothing left.
