Poems

Unknown

Not my poem, but oh well, I don't know who it's by or the title, all credit goes to original author

She plays her skin like a violin

Armed with a shinny metal bow

She moves back and forth, tone deaf as death

This music has no beauty to show

Passion is bled with no words said

For this song is jut instrumental

And when the girl falls down without thought a sound

She can't make it to the recital