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Teardrops On My Piano

He sits at the piano all day,
His head hung down.
Face hidden in his messy hair,
In his sadness he drowns.

He begins playing at the same time everyday,
Right when the sun begins to set.
Reminding him of old days,
How he and his love first met.

He plays the keys with his eyes close,
Same song going through his mind.
Her lies have killed him slowly,
Around his broken heart they entwine.

He stops playing abruptly,
Hands shaking in hate.
Clutching at the pain in his chest,
As if his broken heart was being pulled down by weights.

He lets out a soft cry,
Never again would he ever be whole.
My life being replayed again and again,
As the teardrops on my piano.

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littlekittynekocatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Nov. 28, 2012 at 2:26 pm
this is truly amazing i love it
StepOneAllstarsCheer said...
Mar. 31, 2011 at 8:56 am
AWESOME poem! (:
starsandotherthings said...
Dec. 9, 2010 at 11:35 am
wow this is amazing
Duckie430 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 10, 2010 at 2:13 pm


i don't know what else to say except that i LOVE this poem.

JustAlice? said...
Apr. 3, 2010 at 9:27 am
this is really good. i play piano myself and the connection between your emotions and your instrument is something only another musician can understand.
maeinotb4gotten replied...
Jun. 27, 2014 at 2:04 pm
I agree with this. Even have felt this way before in a way.
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