Harsh sounds
Sharps clashing with flats
Making me clench my mouth shut.
My jaw latches closed at the noise,
Making my head spin and
My ears burn.
Then I see what's making my stomach flip and twist.
You're staring at me and
Now the shivers race down my spine.
My face flashes hot.
I look away but
I still feel your eyes
Watching me.
I'm going to be sick and
It's all because of you.
I try to play,
But it sounds to harsh for how I'm feeling.
My sound should be
Sweet and soft.
Look at what you're doing to me.
I want to scream at you,
But I don't want my
First words towards you to be
Words of hate.
Why won't you
Look away
And stop this madness?
Why must you torture my sound in this
Horrid process?
I know what you are trying to do,
But I will not fall into your trap.
Though I want to yes
I really want to fall
But I will not.
I turn and look at you.
You're sill looking at me.
I can't look away
Your stare is to overpowering.
You walk over to me
And I begin to play
The sound flowing sweetly through the air.
You stop in front of me as I continue.
'Your tone is beautiful, '
You say so softly I can hardly hear.
I stop
Say thank you
And try not to stumble over my words.
You slowly walk away
And I start breathing again.
Though I can no longer see you I know
You're watching me
Like a hawk just waiting for me
To make a mistake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem