Tears Fall On My Piano

A ballad I wrote after hearing Taylor Swift's 'Teardrops On My Guitar'. It's also featured in a story I'm currently writing.

He looks through me

like I don’t even exist.

I suppose, to him,

I’m just another face in the crowd.

 

I stare, hoping and praying

that he will turn and see me.

But I might as well be reaching out

to touch a distant star.

 

I can’t talk and can’t breathe

when I see his handsome face,

With those beautiful eyes

and that cheeky smile.

 

My friends are telling me to take a chance

and tell him how I feel,

But what’s the use

when he doesn’t even see me?

 

Drip, drip, drop;

My tears fall on my piano

like the notes of a melancholy love song

that I keep humming to myself.

 

He smiles past me at the girl walking up behind me,

She’s so beautiful, everything I wish I were.

And she has everything I wish I had,

Everything that I wish we could be.

 

He looks like he’s so in love,

Kissing her, and all the while

my heart is breaking in two.

And the tears fall on my piano.

Reviews

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear N.S. Jones

As a male reader reviewing the work of a female writer in the context of its content, what is my reaction?

Life is always a two way street. It happens the other way round too. Unrequited love is not the sole territory of the female of the species.

Therefore this must be accessible by us all.

Your words are well crafted and the sentiment well expressed.

The metaphor of the piano - maybe it's a real piano (I play and work my emotions out there too, getting lost in the melody) - is well drawn.

At times life stinks. At others it doesn't.

Let me not be prosiac but there is much to be said for 'it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.'

At least you have the merit of thought, sensation and feeling. So many of those we rub shoulders with every day appear to have none. But I belittle them. They must do. They just hide it well and do not express their feelings openly as you do and as writers we must.

Thank you for sharing.

You touched me with this piece

With my kindest regards

James

[Dr. Wood ?]

very touching write....nice tying up at the end..young love never goes to plan at first and first love hurts more than anything

[SyberRose]

Your words brought back memories of when I was in high school and the butterfly feelings I used to get...there was one guy who took my breath away and I would freeze everytime I saw him. I ended up dating him but he wasnt worth it afterall...I enjoyed your sweet poem...nicely done...SyberRose

[Bexfinch]

This reminds me of a rendition of tear drops on my guitar. I loved that song when I was younger and heartbroken that the boy I liked unceremoniously liked someone else. It made me sad and angry. It also made me sing because in my heart I wished i could sing well enough and just maybe he would like me. I think heart break is relative. one day you will be that beautiful girl. Don't you worry about a thing child!! Lol feeling like (swedish mafia)

[N.S. Jones]

As I said in the description Teardrops On My Guitar was the primary inspiration for this poem, because it made me think back to my high school days.

[Bexfinch]

Oops sorry I did not read that D:

[Paul Seaman]

Very Descriptive & Visual. Nice pacing. A kind & reflective piece. Thank you for writing it and sharing it.