Human Violin

She aches at every strike
But that is how she's liked
She mourns the soul of her bone
At the pulse of every tone

She vibrates like the rain
In synchrony to pain
Her bitterness to them is sweet
Her plight a melodic beat

Yet, let His music play
Though tears be His way
For if gone be her pain
Her destiny will wane
  • JoinedApril 30, 2013



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KapeWriter KapeWriter Apr 30, 2013 03:48AM
@UntamedSonata hahaha! di bitaw nag human ko ug walay puls na trabaho... pwede?
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