I play the violin
the blade as my bow
my wrists hold the strings
I glide the bow back and forth
and make a melody that only I can hear
sometimes its slow and soft
a soothing lullaby
sometimes a shrill and piercing howl
a lament resembling my soul
and its echo persists like the last of my fading scars
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Deep poem.
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o.o i love that poem. so perfectly wonderful.
write more please.
MOAR!!!!
thanks everyone, i just recently started writing poetry and cutting I find that I’m addicted to both so it won’t be too long before I write more
I love the violin, I don’t play but I love celtic fiddle playing, and classical violin. Thanks for sharing sigh.
beautiful <3