It always seemed too late
to make a difference in my life,
I never really knew why.
I wanted to play piano
and sing into a mic.
I was six when I was told
I was too old for the keys,
my mum didn’t know
that wasn’t the case.
I was thirteen when
I stopped singing,
my voice having broke,
never to hold a tune again.
I was twenty when I got a guitar,
I taught myself in my room.
Not long after my housemate
smashed it, being dramatic,
and then it was too late.
But, I wrote it down from an early age,
that much I could save.
No comments:
Post a Comment