Easy Read

Oh it's cold

when your fingers find the piano 

It's freezing and you already know

The minute I feel the world 

Release the sounds I died for 

And I can't hear anymore 

I got go so made

And now I can't cry anymore 

Oh what about that guitar and 

why

Can't I be there and feel free there and

There is love and hope

but we don't have anymore

pills to stop the problems 

bipolar shoot off

I guess I'm an easy read 

But no one knows me

Reviews

[Diane]

A nice read and I enjoyed it.

"got go so made" Not sure if that is a typo or not, just wanted to give you a heads up.