Disaster – Breakup Poems
The dear sweet sound of ivory keys, touching softly on the strings.
I sigh as I play the things I wrote for you.
I play slow to seize the mood as I think of me and you and how happy we used to be.
But my dreams were torn to shreds as I lay awake in bed, the happy times are now forever gone.
I held your hand with hope filled eyes never then to realize the
disaster that about to strike.
(Written/Submitted by Piano Passion)