Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2020
air
The cello strains;
It sobs with me.
Laments a love
That cannot be.

The minor keys
that cannot sing
Play mournful notes
On broken string

Until the end of this discord
A melody worth waiting on.
Such harmony is thus restored
For I shall see my love anon.
BSween
Written by
BSween
  288
   Lou Alpha, Khoisan and Mikey
Please log in to view and add comments on poems