When the notebooks close and the piano
Keys are weighed by dust in a note that's gone flat
What will we do?
You will turn away to a life's that always been yours
Closely protected, hidden, and sacred
Maybe you'll have a new piano
In your new room, with new songs to play
I just won't be your audience
Your audience might be two or three
Or just you, but never me
Because I can't press play when you've paused
All I can do is replay,
All of the
Memories, of you, of you, every
Single time
YOU ARE READING
Allusions of Life // Poetry
PoetryThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
