My cello is my faithful companion,
someone who will never leave.
My cello is something that makes me feel safe.
When I'm sad,
I play it.
When I'm happy,
I'll move along with it to the music.
Whatever I'm feeling,
my cello will be there,
ready to be played.
One day this cello will be worn and old,
as well as myself.
But it will continue being my cello till the day I die.
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Hey guys, this is probably the suckiest poem I have written xD I tried okay? Anyways thanks for reading~ On the side is my favorite cello peice~ Enjoy.
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