Echos
It's always echos!
Each word, lie, thought!
How long can you
Continue playing
'Till eventually,
The bow breaks
And the note gets shattered
Where it was at?
How long?
How long,
Till you break?
Till you fall apart
With the music?
When the conductor yells?
And you can't see the music?
When everything breaks?
I can't
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoesíaSometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
