I thought my strings
Were out of tune:
But now I see
I needed them replaced.
And now they play
As bright as day,
As smooth as silk,
As deep as your eyes;
That's where the danger lies.
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Unrequited Anonymous
PoetrySome things are not meant to be more than amateur poetry. This collection is the verbal equivalent of screaming into the void.
no strings attached
I thought my strings
Were out of tune:
But now I see
I needed them replaced.
And now they play
As bright as day,
As smooth as silk,
As deep as your eyes;
That's where the danger lies.
