I tell you,
He inspired her art
There’s something about pain
Though a wall shields her heart,
It birthed a virtuoso from her bane.
She performs,
It’s him she wants observing
Every note louder, gestures immaculate,
He left her hurting and uncertain
Unaware of a masterpiece he was to create.
Virtuoso,
Listen, how she belts out!
Her words, they inspire,
The rules, she will flout
She entrances, and he can’t help but admire.
Virtuoso,
Rain on her compliments
She impresses with little effort,
But in her, he planted deep sentiments
Raw, beautiful art is her reward.
It reminds me of a comment a man had made once about a broken heart ;
“Use him.”yes.you did.very well done!
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🙂 Thanks for reading
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WoW! Fantastic poem!
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Thank you
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Indeed, it’s such a beauty, when we allow our pains and disappointments to drive us towards excellence. Great piece as always Elsie!
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Thanks Iremise 🙂 Appreciate it
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Some really great rhythm in this poem and the rhyming structure is both brave and successful. The courage behind your writing really shows itself here, great work! – PLC
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Thanks for your kind words 🙂 Glad you took time to read it.
Elsie
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