Not to Harp On It

Mon, 08/11/2014 - 20:21 -- June
My writing brings me joy
Although it is a busted toy
It is not the pretties of the newest
and I care little for who vies it
Though badge of honor it is not
I am proud of what its got
It lets me get out my emotions
With out causing much commotion
It keeps me creative and sharp
It is my golden harp
My thoughts its melodies
with tunes that will not always please
With some songs in people will be drawn
with others away they will be gone
From time to time it will be un-tuned
and ears it will wound
I know it is missing strings
and i hope to fix it with what life brings
Yet I know it all doesn't matter
and no dream can it shatter
For I play it not for people to hear,
so of their opinion I hardly care
My melodies are my expression
peacefully letting out my aggression
It cry my tears for me
and my fears it does see
It lets my show where I stand 
Even when it is not grand
It is an extension of me
and from me it can not flee
Regardless of my melody 
I will always write for me

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