A New Song Poem by courtney metcalf

Sing me the song of your troubles
And I shall weep mine
We'll have an album wrote
In a short amount of time
You'll know the lyrics of my past
And every beat that's ever carried through my heart
You'll hear all my broken strings
As I begin to fall apart
But then you taught me something,
That I had never knew.
That I was never broken,
I just needed to be tuned.
You help me realize the value that I hold.
That I can make music,
That's never been more bold.
That I am beautiful,
Once the dust is wiped off.
That I don't belong on a shelf,
But in someone's arms.
You help me begin to write a new song.
I just needed the right person..
All along.