Her song

Her song

A Poem by Mr. Lopez

She played me like a violin

And what a sad song she did sing

She promised me the world

But in the end took everything

 

 How many times will I play the same song

While a different musician holds the bow

When her performance ends, they all applaud

But my feelings no one knows

 

I should just shut up and play along

Believe every word I’m told

But I’m not a violin, I am a man

And in her hands

my heart she holds

 

© 2008 Mr. Lopez


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I don't believe there is a soul who has not experienced this.
But yet we all do it also.
Everyone has been the woman a time or two.
And of course the man.
Humans are a funny thing.
A living contradiction.
At any rate....
I do enjoy this poem.
Love and music are often twined together.
I loved the way you used a violen though.
Brillant yet again.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I love how you used an instrument to describe your relationship. I really enjoyed this, very well done!


♥Kriss

Posted 16 Years Ago


A write we can all relate to in one magnitude or another for we have all been used and abused in some form or fashion. A great write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I don't believe there is a soul who has not experienced this.
But yet we all do it also.
Everyone has been the woman a time or two.
And of course the man.
Humans are a funny thing.
A living contradiction.
At any rate....
I do enjoy this poem.
Love and music are often twined together.
I loved the way you used a violen though.
Brillant yet again.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ah, the bitterness of (unrequited) love...

this is good, with the reference to music and all that, but i love your poem Wild Flower more...

either way, this is still a very good piece!



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my. Been here done this....

The way I see it, there are two types of people. Musicians and fans. The fans wear their hearts on their sleeves, would sell their soul to get to the front row just to get a glimpse of love.... just to feel it! But, eventually they get dragged away kicking and screaming because they got just a little too close.

And then there are the musicians. Nuff said.

After reading this and some of your other work, I suspect, you are a fan. Join the club. It sucks to be us. But, I believe in the long run..... the fans will meet other fans and the musicians can all go to hell. LOL! j/k

Wonderful work my friend. I SO get this!
Sigh, do I ever.....



Posted 16 Years Ago


wow I like this one alot. You do not deserve to be played as an intrument

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

YES!!! I ahve been here before! Love the final answer!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my, this drew me in from the first line. I love how you used all the music references, it almost seems bittersweet, but very sad. It's beautiful, but in that way...that I feel like I shouldn't think that.
But that doesn't change what it is, this is amazing =]

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a heart tugger...
I can't imagine any
woman not wanting
to be with a man
like you. This is
such a sad write...
Life and love can
sometimes be the
biggest mountain
to climb...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you kow so many of us have been the VIOLIN..its just learning how to realize when we will be the violin, stepping back and deciding to Play it...great piece well written. -MelyG.-

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Mr. Lopez
Mr. Lopez

Chandler, AZ



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I was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..

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