my violin

28/01/2025

my violin is a part of me

i cherish it with my whole soul

it sings in my hands every day

it loves to be played


now, i wish it was possible

for people to understand

that they cannot just touch it

whenever they want

its not just that their hands and dirty

or their movements are harsh

its not just the etiquette or my rules


my violin is a part of me

it is soaked with my tears and my blood

you cannot just grab it

or touch it or squeeze it

like an uncontrolled, selfish child


it sings in my hands

it's so pure and clear

it cries sometimes when my fingers are tired

it loves being played

but it hates being touched

and they'll never understand

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