\"A letter from a forgotten Instrument \"
You are my composer
I am your musical note
We flow together as one
Together we play such sweet music
When the sun goes down
You tug on my heart strings
That\'s when the music you write is sorrowful
And again together we compose a symphony
The most beautiful notes played on my heart
From your finger tips
Fluttering and swiftly
When we part
I feel myself aching to feel your finger tips
Gently strumming my strings
I sit and wait as long as it takes for you to come back
Over time my strings rust and break
As I lie in wait faithfully
Collecting dust
In a corner
Once a beautiful and expensive Instrument
Now dulled
Worth nothing
And forgotten
Still faithfully waiting for you to come back to me
To polish me up
To fix my broken strings
To make me sing together like we used to
RB2.4