
Life can be said to be written in music. Parchment burns easily.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 96 - Published: 04-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3017054
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Head spinning
Heart pounding
I'll never know what
Until I take the chance
To love or hate
Or in between
All my friends
Never knew
All that I had to say
Now it's all burnt through
The music is gone
The sheet it was written on
All burnt through
Only scrapes left
What little knowledge they hold
Until I speak it'll
All burn through
My life destroyed by
My own hand
Closing my chance
to fix it all
Now
Everyone knows
The sheet rewrote
I had taken
The chance
To fix it all
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