My attempt is Misguided, longing, a feeling of empty, loss.
A tragedy struck, my boat is gone. A wave rolls across my timber.
Anger wells, unaccomplished, a task undone. Could not be done.
Sadness, a pit, a hole, with nothing to fill it. Only time.
Only now do I realize…
I was Misguided.
That little bit of depressing poetry is precicely the image and feeling I’m trying to portray with my new composition for the piano. So far, it’s pretty!
Wish me luck on my exams, they’re coming up. And you want to know who else is?
LORELAI IS COMING TO VISIT MEEEEE! *squee*