Strung

Every being has a tune fit just for them

Each note carrying the events of their life,

Stringing each emotion along.

The tune fit for my life is one of many strings.

With each pluck and pull,

The sound reverberating brings of a melancholic cold.

Each wire ambushed with the weight of my world,

Far too many cracks in the metal, and far to many frays.

Even with such flaws,

Would my song still be beautiful to you?