I set anxiously at the piano and played a harmonious cord. But the audience stares calmly as if they're tired and bored. I know that this cord is beautiful but their image fills me with fear. It finally dawned upon me that my audience couldn't hear. I picked a wonderful rose for the lady next to me. Her eyes filled with confusion as if she didn't want to see. Many different thoughts popped into my head and raced around in my mind. But all confusion came to a halt when i reized that this lady was blind. You are the audience and lady that couldn't hear nor see. And it's hard to swallow the fact that we weren't meant to be
Reason for writing:
this poem is as many are, inspired by a women. the poem is an analogy of her inability to sense the the greatness of an excellent partner in the act of love.
Birth sign: Virgo
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