
They tell us the truth.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 154 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-11-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2751045
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Made: Friday, December 11, 2009
Time: 8:16p.m
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The violin
Cries its sad song
While I'm crying all the while
It tells me I'm in denial.
The drums
Beat sense into me
Yelling for my freedom
But my ears are too numb.
The piano
Plays its tune softly
Whispering my and his desires
For hours and hours.
The flute
Happily dances around
Trying to cast the sadness out
Even we don't know what it's about.
The guitar
Strums songs of all sorts
As we go through our moods
From sickly sweet to harsh attitude.
The saxophone
Creates a jazzy scene
Where it's dark and I'm alone
You are gone from being torn.
The microphone
Sings my heart out
But my heart has long been gone
Lost, following you, for so long.
The music,
So bright yet melancholy
Tells you how I feel
But you have since disappeared.
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