The notes flooded through her ears
And her eyes began to swell with tears
The memories that once were
Flashed with each melodic purr
It painted images of laughter and love
Releasing her soul like an imprisoned dove
Her eye lids firmly remained closed
But she didn't need them open to know
The love that once was and will never be
Restored her depressing memories
Here hand strummed another chord
As though stabbing her heart with a sword
Now she will grow weak and old
Knowing it's him she cannot hold
But her music will never die
Leaving her with a new mind's eye
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You have a way with words, wordmeister :)
What happened to your fourth poem?
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