All made of strings
Wrapped in a chord
I can't even breathe
Living in a closet
Covered in dust
Memories of strumming
I still can hear the drumming
Fingers teaching
Showing
Breathing
Singing
Can you hear me?
I just want to play
Be played
Hear the music roar
Does anyone remember
How to use me anymore?
Author notes
Some days, for whatever reason, I have dreams of being a violin and then I was in a bookstore in the comics section and there was a picture of a girl on a book cover whose body was a violin and in my weird thoughts, this slowly arrived.
hey, no fear, say what you like.
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you are a great writer.. wish i could write something as great as those you write..
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thank you, but no one is a good writer all the time, and take it easy on yourself, you can write good things too.
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I like this; I really do. I think maybe the only thing I would change is line 7. I would write "I still can hear the drumming," as that would put emphasis on the "still." I absolutely adore the last three lines ^_^
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That works, i like it, thank you for saying something so constructive, it made my poems night
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