The Falling Stars

⋆𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰⋆

I remember long ago, when I first got my piano.

I remember when it used to tower over me.

I tip-toed to see myself in its keys.

Then, I remember growing up a bit,

Enough to see above it.

Enough to muster the courage,

To have it guide my fingers over the white marble keys.

It was the first music to my ears.

Its keys became my best friend.

I grew to be a middle school student,

Having no time for anything.

As a short-tempered youth,

I remember crashing my knuckles, venting my anger on it.

And it wouldn't let me hear the music I played.

I remember how quickly we grew apart in those days.

When I thought I was old enough,

People thought of me a pianist, though only I could see

The dust forming over the white marble keys.

I didn't care about it, since it didn't care about me.

My only friend was no longer mine to be.

I remember the day I got lonely,

I lost everything I cared for.

Selfish me, I looked for the keys that kept me happy.

Through all the dust, I saw it again.

The same piano I saw when I was small.

The piano that guided my fingers and gave me an arrogant pride.

I succumbed to it and let it guide me again.

It held me tight, showing me what I thought was lost.

I heard my music again, as if it were the first time.

But more than that, I felt the keys.

The keys that were once my best friend

~LonelyComets

2.04.18

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It was my first poem after an extremely extremely long time so... TT don't be too harsh :)

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