Oh Lovely Notes

• Amy Roberts, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

She lays her arm out like a violin
To prepare the bow to play the strings
She has to play her notes that ring of sin
She cannot know what it will surely bring

Like nothing was as it could have been
Like her life was made for nothing but notes
May her eyes have opened to have seen
But her skin will remind her of her quotes

One day she only hopes to see different
Different to her world of deathly snares
When she cannot show a true referent
To we who ourselves fall into errs