The Abandoned Piano, a poem

those poor lonely keys,
they haven't been touched in years, and they won't be thought of for many more,because she can't forget about that boy.

the one that used to sit there and play them,the boy that used to play the notes thatwould wrap around her heartand take over her soul until she was forced to just sit, sit and listen.

sit and listen as the songs and days drifted on.

falling in love with something so beautiful was the easy part,falling out may take some time.