The Brown violin
With the silver bow
Plays the special chords
That few people know
The brown violin
With strings long and red
played heart wrenching songs
no words being said
The brown violin
Had lost all its shine
Although it was broke
The bow had played fine
A beautiful sound
That made rivers flow
A beautiful sound
Thats made just for show
A brown violin
Busted and shattered
Could never take rest
Cause it never mattered
The brown Violin
So tired and worn
Had so many dreams
No dreams to be born
The brown violin
Had felt so abused
Finally tired
and done being used
YOU ARE READING
Shades Of Me
PoetryThis is all things I feel about myself and my fucked up life. Showing how broken and destroyed I am.
