Symphony
Plucked and twisted
Your ears that
gently listened
That let the wood be
"I didn't break the violin"
Don't you know
That the wood is dying
But you know
The violin's crying
"I'm not the orchestrator"
The violin's
now a split piece
The rosin tongue's
designed for speech
So there's a closed
casket of strings
//new poetry volume (basically Pink 2) will be out soon bc I think I've grown so much with this volume and it's so full. How'd you like this one?//
YOU ARE READING
Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
