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My Lonely Piano Teacher
Contributed by
cherryamber
on
Friday, 24th May 2013 @ 06:39:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Maybe around 7 and three quarters
I played the violin, got lessons
Every day, using the stick etching away at sound
I felt his hand, His fingernails down my thigh
Shudder. Stop Time. Stare. Legs Clench
'......just keep playing'
And everyday the same old scene.
He would start by showing me the strings on my knee
Moving up every chord, Music would never sound sweet anymore.
Praying someone would walk through the door
Take me away, to a place with no pain.
We're I would be able to hide from this face
Forget the touch of the human hand
Note by note
Eroding my dreams. Yesterday I was seven and three quarters
Now
I'm seven thousand.
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cherryamber
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2013-05-24 06:39:57] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Lonely Piano Teacher
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Sunday, 26th May 2013 @ 06:57:18 PM AEST (User
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This is really sad. I wouldn't call him lonely I'd call him a pervert. I'm asumming it's a he.
Any ways sorry to be so blunt but that's just me.
Big huggs, blessings,
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