Stop relying the memories
She threw to many sharp stones.
So as her glass house tumbled down,
She would pick one of the shards of choir glass off the ground and use it
as a instrument.
Always playing the same violent violin piece across her dynamical skin.
Her mother always knew she had
a gift for music.
So when she heard the same solemn chorus pitching from the living room ceiling,
She darted to steal the show.
And become her daughters duet...her piano,
To hug her so tightly,
Singing and squeezing
Until her violin chords stopped bleeding.
Parents make and break you
Such a feeling came today
learning to understand
For just yesterday
I could have easily gone
The bad feeling you had when you knew you should've stopped what you were doing.
Nervous sick inside
The bad feeling went numb & you started to panic
. . .
Maybe since then, you've felt the supreme nausea, and kept it secret no doubt.
When no crisis occurs, are we all fools to feel relief?
Is to be caught in the act not the same thing?
not as plain to see
the answers lie within your soul
perceived as instinct .
It wont go away..
— The End —