*Life is a melody
You can listen to only once*.
The first thirty seconds, you find the groove,
it's appealing
A harmonious rhythm hereto unwritten
This could be your favorite.
It is.
For the next three minutes, you settle in.
The chorus comes around.
You'll be here again.
It's fresh, it's catchy
You're enraptured by these certain pitches and the words rhyme perfectly.
One line flowing into the next, the ends justifying the means.
Another verse, another chorus. This one feels more weathered
Routine, maybe. You still feel that groove but your perspective of it has been altered by the change in tempo and direction during the last verse.
You realize you have fifteen seconds left.
This was your song. What did you do with it?
As you think back, a gentle blanket of white noise embraces everything that ever was, and your song fades
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
I want to stare into your eyes
and connect like the twinkles in the night sky
I feel your pull and let go
Gaining the ability to go with the flow
Whichever way you want me
However you want me
Falling in love with you came at me like a tidal wave and I wasn’t ready
Maybe we should take this slow and steady
All I’ve been through
Created a me that was built for you
Can you be my calm at the end of the day
My peace of mind and tell me that it’s going to be okay?
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
because im happy i dropped my insecurities
because im happy i love everybody
because im happy im full of energy
because im happy i lost my fear
because im happy im free
because im happy i dont care
because im happy im aware
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
When you look at me what do you see?
Do you see the sorrows that I feel, do you think they're just temporary?
You must be an extreme visionary,
To use your imagination to assume our issues will be resolved without even talking, without even questioning
The frustration in me still resides and do not disappear, by any reckoning
Talk about it, be about it, what matters is consistency
Im sure with half the things i say you feel as though i'm a hypocrite, i just never feel like you are listening to me
A man can be be deaf and blind
And can still open his mind
And see what's in front of him and think for a second
That “ i may be taking everything for granted “
Escaping life with an “addiction”
Escaping us, the end, would be anyone's prediction
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC