The PianistA Poem by TobyHer fingers glide across keys, reminding you what it might have been to love.she pulls at the strings of violence and remorse, painting with colors of enthusiasm, in your mind. the sorrow you feel is a small reminder of how you are still alive. she dances around with vivid memories and dreams, the corners of her mouth tugging, tugging upward ever so slightly. © 2013 TobyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTobyVAAboutHi, I'm Tabitha/Sarah/Toby, anything really. I don't like titles like "ms." or "aunt", I'm just me. I'm nineteen years old, almost twenty though, and I have no idea where I'm going. - Ask me to rea.. more..Writing
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