Here's my poem, I think it's done. Let me know what your think. IM me if you wanna know what something means! Andrew's Song He sits alone with pen in hand On this solitary day The colors splash across his face His words begin to prey Upon the crinkled paper It hurts for him to share In a wrenching, flowing melody But he doesn’t seem to care Young, alone, and naive Just learning how to breathe Unlocked, completely open So much he can’t perceive The lessons seem to hit him So much for him to learn This poetry, it heals him When his wings begin to burn Emotions flowing from his pen The music in his mind His thoughts become a painful song No words are hard to find In a constant fluid motion The words are scribbled down He doesn’t know if it even makes sense He feels himself begin to drown Just him and his piano No one to ridicule His heart summons a teardrop His tears become his fuel He’s blinded by emotion No one to interrupt As the pain is flowing through his veins And one note is heard abrupt His fingers move without him The music they make grows Into a song like baby’s breath Around a thorny rose His song seems never ending He’s lost all track of time Consumed whole by the music Lost into the rhyme He plays ‘til he feels empty But there’s still pain in his soul He strikes the keys with anger That thorny rose, no longer whole Extended fingers now in fists Self anger screams his name Collapsing into tired arms His anger now seems tame With every key that he may strike A petal hits the ground His pain slowly unravels With every tiny sound His music is his therapy Its feeds on hurt and pain When he’s feeling shaken up It takes away his strain. There’s no more anger in his heart Merely heartache and regret With a song grasped tightly by his soul Around events he won’t forget ~*Ashley*~