MODERN HIGH SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
The guitar case lay open on the floor,
A dozen pennies clustered inside it,
I was happy and never craved for more.
For me this had always been the perfect fit.
With every broken string, my flesh tore apart,
An instant bond with every passing stranger.
The rhythm of my song is like the beat of my heart,
Every tiny word could be someone’s life changer.
Bringing a smile on someone’s face,
Every little wound it helped to heal.
The world seems to go at your own pace,
That’s how music makes me feel.
As I peeped through the rusted strings,
While most people saw hollow wood, what I saw was a pair of wings.