Broken notes play in my soul
I walk past the grey-filled window
Wind is blowing snowflakes hard
And I can feel the added chills
Almost- as if they were waiting
The winter sun isn’t shing, anymore
I stumble down a silent hall
Then I halfheartedly sit on the bench
I tease ivory keys that tease my heart
Honestly, I never did learn to play
Sometimes life gets in the way
But that ain’t my excuse, anymore
I feel the notes touch, I feel the words
I’m not sure what that’s worth
I could write a million sad songs
But really what’s the use now
After love ran out- a lifetime ago
And loves warmth turn cold, anymore
They claim, life is like is like a stage
We’re all just substitute characters
We make up our own lines and lies
And all of us must…
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The Reluctant Poet 