She plays her skin like a violin armed with a shiney metal bow
She moves back and fourth tone deaf as death
This music has no beauty to show
Passion is bled with no words said
For this song is just instrumental
And when the girl falls down without a sound she can't make it to the recital
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
PoetryHello, hi. I'm not suicidal. These poems probably say otherwise, but I can assure you that I'm perfectly fine. And they're all mine so please dont steal
