You play

I like a violin; the sound could become magical and bright and just lovely to listen to.

But you pull my strings, and when you play me, the noise is so horrible it doesn’t last for long for even you can’t stand it.

You demand attention like you are the artist and I am the instrument.

Together we could create something unique, but you choose to focus the connection, and in the end, you lose.

And soon, you will toss me aside and give me up, but someone else will treasure me, and that is when we will shine together.

And maybe one day you will see this and regret what you did, but also I’ve learned from it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes