Walter C. Edwards


Cracks - Poem by Walter C. Edwards

There are cracks in the walls,
and cracks in my heart,
where can I mend them,
until they don't fall apart,
you play me like a violin,
you get the heat going,
and just don't stop,
strike that risen to my bow,
don't stop until you let go,
the melody you play,
hits all the right keys,
you play me like a symphony.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013


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