I watched this: I thought I could switch out a lost person to a thing I quit, so I wrote this. It feels empty to me. How can I improve? Is there other books I could read? I Quit the Piano The music not heard is like the space between Westcliffe and Pueblo Colorado. The dream unfullfilled Is the $100 a month I get to spend on something else. The black and white keys I used to touch Reminds me of the quitter I am.
Post in poetry section. On this site you have to offer critique too. It’s a give and take rule - plus you’ll learn a lot by analysing others work. See you there I hope
