I practiced for seven years;
it follows me, a devoted dog
that asks me to play…
Author: Mx. Lavender
the music sways
your hands follow…
I may not know
what time
it is, or what time
you wanted to meet…
the bow dips and scrapes
I ache and know now why they…
First of all, how dare
you tell me what to do
Secondly, you squeezed….
the stories you tell
haunt me
long after your shadow…
it doesn’t matter where you left
me (I’m mopping up my tears
with the towel you left
on my floor), you can still…
they rise on the horizon,
they stand like a metal giant
and you magnetized me…
When you see the mountains
in the distance…
I was daylight
in the middle of your night…
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