Old Rusted Strings

Not my best work, but oh well!

I am a violin

Long abandoned

By the one who loved me

I remember our first song

Shaky, unbearable, and awkward

Yet, the way she held me

The way she smiled upon hearing our first notes

How her love for me developed so quickly

Made it all worth while

She always cared

Always tightened my strings

And rosined my bow

And in return

I sang for her

I sang her the songs from my heart

Songs that only existed

When her heart beat so close to mine

I loved her

And I thought she loved me

Oh, I am such a pitiful fool

It has been three years

My strings have rusted

My bow is dry

My voice is horse

And my case is covered in dust

I should hate her

Memories of our last song should hurt me

Her smile should burn me

And her voice should be poison

I should forget her

And hope that tomorrow

She decides to let me go

But her melody still vibrates within me

And even without her heartbeat to keep time to

Her song still plays

On these

 Old

Rusted

Strings

Author's Note

Not my best piece, but I haven't been able to think of anything to write in a while! I guess my pen hand has become old and rusty!

Reviews

[Desiree B.]

This poem made me think about my neglected violin (its been two weeks since I've played it).

I could sympathize with your words all the way through. Especially on the second stanza. Though you say that this is not your best, I think that your poem accomplished the job that it was meant for: emotionally touching your reader. Bravo!

Lastly, I want to point out a minor error I ran across in your poem: "He smile should burn me" (second to last stanza)
Did you mean "Her smile should burn me"?

Overall, I enjoyed this piece.

Now, I'm going go play my violin lol :)

[Rose Diamond]

Haha! I am so blind! I'll go fix that right away xD

Thank you very much for your encouraging words, I appreciate it a lot! :)

[Desiree B.]

No problem

[Aarea]

Darn it this is how I feel towards my own saxophone!!! Your writing made me remember which is very impressive. Nice job!

[Another Relic]

Beautifully done. There is a sadness and neglect here that can be felt quite plainly.