The Instrument My fingers callused I strum freely No one judging me Just me and my friend We take one step A change in sound The energy it gives me Makes me want to live Its always there My knowledge makes this beauty I feel loved I go to a land unknown from this My fingers bleed I fall deeply in love No war is being fought Just me and my friend
hey, i just wrote a song like that, not exactly the same, but same idea, but yours was much better, nice job
Nice poem. I wrote a lot of poems when I was your age too...this is a happy poem. A content poem. Most of mine were not so content.
