Violin Lie Poem by elenore elizabeth

you promise of sweet music and haunting meoldy's of me
a future of lyrical stanza's and notes fairly

empty lies? broken notes
speaking of unheard quotes

but.. your my violin
your the one who sings for me from within

your my savior of this song
your suppost to be my voice for years long

you played such sweet music to my ears when the moon rose high
but during the day you show no such love; you make your voice die

you spoke of a dream with me and you
and you sung me stanzas of hopes anew

you sang to me your lies?
could you be so cruel, my voice, to let the words die?

you played notes and sang me a beautiful song
i let the notes circle my fingers as i played you my violin; my voice lifelong?

did you sing me lies?
hidden behind the notes, plain to the eye?

your my violin?
the one who could have sung my voice from within

these small notes on my toungue die
those notes, those words were a lie?