S O F T P I A N O
Sing a song strait from my heart.
Pour into it my love, and the things tearing me apart.
Touch the keys of white and black.
I start playing, I cant go back.
I remember day's that once where.
So beautiful and bright, who knew they would ever acure.
I play my piano, as softly as a unseen storm.
But no one can see, I have changed form.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
