theres a place i like to go when im sad
a place of lonlyness but joy
for i have one love
the sounds of a piano
i hear it in my head but my fingers arnt trained to play it
so i sit for hours on end thinkng of the songs i havent ritten
knowing so if i had id be better then motsart
but im not trained so it wil never be
so i am me
siting in my cold dark room
dreaming of the songs to be
poor old me.
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welcome to all poetry
You have some severe misspellings, but the theme and feeling of this poem is magnificent. I's should always be capitalized. Nice write, just needs some spit-shine.
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Shawna
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cute! ^_^
in a sad way...
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