Musical Interlude MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   In the corner, behind the bookshelf

Hidden away from my guilty eyes

I try to forget

But she's there

Looming in the cobwebs of my memories, she remains

I know that she is sad because I have forgotten her

I can hear it in her tone

She rattles and shrieks like a rejected child

She begs for me to hold her

All alone for days, months, years

One day she will emerge,

old and tired,

when I am selfishly ready to try again

Her voice will be marred, her body deteriorated

But she will still endure me

and the music will play

My once loved

Violin





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i love this so much!


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