1 Sep. 2019
"Keys"
She lets her fingers run
She lets her fingers play
They do laps up and down the ebony and ivory keys again
Sometimes she plays for fun
Sometimes she plays to be calm
Sometimes she doesn't play at all
And then sometimes she does
She could play till her hands would ache
Play till her fingers bled
Play and forget the world
The music sometimes calmed her
And as she played
She let the music surround her
It created a dome of security
A place she was safe
So when she was sad
She visited the keys
And played until the feeling left her body
And when she was glad
She'd visit the keys
And play away with gladness and glee
The keys were a constant
The keys were always there
The keys on her piano
To them she would always share
~R.P
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Random"Thoughts?" She asked, raising her eyebrow skeptically. "Verbal communication within one's self" (A compilation of poems and random stuff that I've written)
