All this passion and the climb
Wouldn't sell it for a dime
Feels like such a waste of time
Was strumming really such a crime
You tell me it's against my Lord
Didn't say that when I learned my first chord
At first it was something to do when I was bored
But more practice and I could have soared
You gave me something to play
And then you just ripped it all away
What were you thinking on that day
Without that music I feel grey
Playing with heart strings
How could you take these things
Away from me, it really just stings
Could never imagine what joy it brings
Or did bring
Past tense
Taking it away made no sense
I just don't understand at what expense
Taking it away feels like such a offence
Silenced my music I played
Silenced the future it could have made
Could have tuned it into a career
But now I'll sit and shed a tear
Even if I didn't go big
And maybe never got a gig
I could sit here and play a tune or two
Maybe even play a song for you...
STAI LEGGENDO
Life, Death & Everything in Between
PoesiaA book full of poems I have written about anything and everything I can think of writing about. There is no set genre it can be about something as insignificant as a bridge to something as relatable as heartbreak. Hope you enjoy
