Sing

I strum the strings

to my song of love

I hum along all day long

I can not forget the pain I am 

so I just sing to myself instead

your love was the rhythm of my summer

My hair was blonde with beautiful colors

Now its winter and colder and darker, 

just like the pain I'm in.

Author's Note

Too lazy to really make it more.. I may continue on this

Reviews

[Alastor]

That was beautifully wrote. I love how the last line didn't rhyme and pulls you back into reality!

"Your love was the rhythm of my summer
My hair was blonde with beautiful colors"

Gorgeous! I love the way it flows so perfectly!