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Doesn't Sound the Same
I can't stop, what's there to stop?
My fingers keep moving on the strings,
Playing with a bow that cuts them off.
Blue strings aren't all that strong,
But it's okay, I knew it all along.
I play with all the sadness I carry so far.
But the strings are breaking now,
And these aren't the tears I tried not to cry,
And blue strings are just lonely blue veins.
You can't play a violin
On your arm with only a blade,
It just doesn't sound the same.
My fingers keep moving on the strings,
Playing with a bow that cuts them off.
Blue strings aren't all that strong,
But it's okay, I knew it all along.
I play with all the sadness I carry so far.
But the strings are breaking now,
And these aren't the tears I tried not to cry,
And blue strings are just lonely blue veins.
You can't play a violin
On your arm with only a blade,
It just doesn't sound the same.
Published 25th Mar 2015
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25th Mar 2015 5:37am
25th Mar 2015 10:06pm
Anonymous
2nd Apr 2015 1:58am
I read this as a guest, made an account, then came back here just to tell you how amazing this is. Liked it, but wishing there was a 'loved it' button.
I'm glad this was the first poem I clicked on when I first found this site!
I'm glad this was the first poem I clicked on when I first found this site!
5th Apr 2015 3:13am
Awe! Thanks so much! that means so much to me. I'd like to think the reading list option is the equivalent of the "loved it" button.
I'm really glad it was too, thanks for reading and welcome to DUP.
I'm really glad it was too, thanks for reading and welcome to DUP.
