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The tainted Keys;

Poetry By: TwoStepz

This is about my very very awesome keyboard, which has helped me write so many songs (which I'm terrible at singing, but hey, what the hell can I do about it?:D!)
So erm, I pay tribute to it for making me so happy on a daily basis!

Submitted:Jan 4, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 6    Likes: 6   

My fingers glide,

Quick, soft, they slide.

One note is stuck,

Trust me I've tried.

Tainted Yellow,

Are the keys,

For years till today,

I've played with ease.

But something is biting me.

Getting me!

Can't you see?

So the notes I read,

Ready to be freed,

I play the melody,

My hearts plead.

Music is mine,

Music is home,
I play from a whisper,

Until the sound has grown,


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