Come and try to fiddle,
Bring out the notes;
Figure out the real riddle,
While you sit back and eat oats.
These are the four strings.
The thickest and lowest tune;
It tells how strong are you.
Reminds that sometimes, we need to stay low.
The second to the thickest;
States that no matter what we do,
We aren't still at our best.
The second to the thinnest;
Says that even we're in high level,
You could still aproach me.
The thinnest and highest tune;
Reminds you that even though we're great,
We still have the most crucial part inside our hearts
And we're still fragile to keep things alone.
Too sensitive. Cause still, we're humans.
Don't be sad,
Just fiddle.
Don't be mad,
Cause Life's a big riddle.
I'm a piece of a puzzle,
You could use to unlock your locked world.
YOU ARE READING
Withered Amity
PoetryI'll be your sidekick When you're the hero. I'll be your shadow As you light and flick. Believe me, I'm your deus ex machina.
