She plays her skin like a violin.
Armed with a shiny metal bow.
She moves back and forth tone deaf as death.
Her music has no beauty to show.
Passion is bleed with no words said.
For this song is just instrumental.
And when the girl falls with a sound.
She can't make it to the recital.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Depression
PoetryThis it to those with depression I know it's hard trust me. And I know what it feels like and I wish the best for you.
