Sing me the song of your troubles
And I shall weep mine
We'll have an album wrote
In a short amount of time
You'll know the lyrics of my past
And every beat that's ever carried through my heart
You'll hear all my broken strings
As I begin to fall apart
But then you taught me something,
That I had never knew.
That I was never broken,
I just needed to be tuned.
You help me realize the value that I hold.
That I can make music,
That's never been more bold.
That I am beautiful,
Once the dust is wiped off.
That I don't belong on a shelf,
But in someone's arms.
You help me begin to write a new song.
I just needed the right person..
All along.
Thank you so much! :) I was trying to approach something kind of different. It gets boring reading the same old repetitional stuff, but to take that same topic and change the perspective or deliverance of that poem, makes a lot of difference. Changing it up is fun. :) Glad you enjoyed it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is amazingly insightful for a 22-year-old! Love the conclusion. Excellent work! Keep it up!