Fingers stroke chiseled stone
Tears leave salty stain
So desperately have I tried
To let go
But I have yet to discover the strength
Everyday beneath somber skies
I play our song
So much so
That my violin
Has become ebon
Its strings frail
And its bow warped
But no matter the countless
Times I have played
That familiar tune
The wounds have yet to heal
But instead have widened
Causing much discomfort
Of the nostalgic heart
So today my love
I must do what is fair
I will grant my violin rest
And I will retire
Our melodic memories
To the skies above
For I fear, my love
That I must live
A contest entry
- Another cliche picture BUT....... by jcat.
875 points, ended May 9, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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This was so utterly gorgeous and captivating!!! You penned so much emotion into this piece that it makes the reader feel first hand the pain captured within here!!! A very beautiful job and thank you for entering this in my contest
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Thank you for your entry I will comment again further at the end
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Awww that's so... well it's just so.
Well penned.
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