Monday, May 16, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The piano
By: the-auteur.deviantart.com |
There it sat in solitude,
Something of question that would delude,
The black and white keys in harmony,
The piano on which you played the sweet symphony.
The song I can’t forget,
Something I’ll always come to regret,
For hours and hours you sat and played,
What was an hour seemed like a day.
That symphony of yours,
Is long gone and lost,
The dust on the piano collects every day,
No one around tries to play.
The piano stares at me reminding me of you,
Oh how I wish I could defy the truth.
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