You Make My Violin Cry
My violin cries for my out of tuned wife
You Make My Violin Cry
You make my violin cry
strings break under your touch
notes bleed across the room
every sound is pain
you dishonest bitch
you smiled while you cut me
you kissed while you lied
you held me only to drop me
the bow shakes
the song dies
the silence after is worse
you make my violin cry
and all I hear is you
you made my violin cry
you self centred
selfish flat noted bitch.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
🎻 Raw, unfiltered, and brutally honest — this poem bleeds emotion like the strings of a broken violin. The mix of tenderness and rage makes it both painful and powerful, almost like a song that refuses to be silenced. It’s jagged, it’s messy, but that’s what makes it so real.
Strong words but very descriptive, thankyou for sharing xx
Vicious, excellent words