You played violin
my heart plays with violence
Secunda plays in violet,
come back, come back to me.
Oh, these violet violins
find me just when I think I’m alright,
just when I think that at last I am fine,
and with bows do they cry,
they cry, they cry for me.
You used to cry when you would laugh;
don’t laugh, don’t laugh at me.
I stand here conducting that somber sound,
the leitmotif of my characterization of sorrow
and on as it plays come those violet rays,
come back, come back to me.
Published by Aaron Michael Lynn
I am a marketing consultant and aspiring writer, with a major in English and a minor in history. I have been writing poetry consistently since my senior year of high school and have since published three poetry books and three novels. I have also written several songs and a few short stories. I also wrote and published a trilogy of novels, my Troika book series. I am currently working on a large-scale multi-book fantasy series that I am very excited about! Writing is a part of my every day, and I would have trouble finding meaning or the will to keep going without it.
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