In The Minor Key

in the hands a 9 year old girl as the blood begins to drip from the steel strings Seeing the blood stain forming around my finger I realised that my first love was never a boy but a piece of Wood where Steal strings connect and pain gets turned into melodies in the hands of a 10 year old girl starting to learn the loudest chords just to block out the screaming and shouting of next door, you showed home. you showed how beutiful pain can be in the hands of a 18 year old girl i wipe away the dust but still get the same feeling in my chest. the feeling of a little girl locked away in her room scared because she only knew how to play you in the minor key.