It can’t hurt you,
But only make you fonder,
It silences the silence,
With beauty.
Makes you feel,
As if you’re in outer space.
No one can find you,
No one can hurt you.
Peace,
Makes you calm,
The only sound you hear,
Is the music making its way to your heart.
It’s a mist,
Only in the color your desire,
It moves around,
Slowly wrapping itself around your soul.
It’s emotional,
Can speak to you,
But the words soothe you,
Telling you to fly.
Music is made,
Sung,
And heard,
It’s what keeps us alive.
It’s what gives us life.
Get lost in the sweet, amazing feeling that I call music.
~d(-_-)b~
This poem is dedicated to Poetic Whispers because she kinda pushed me to make a poem that isn't about depressed love or death. So, thanks, a lot. Hope this isn't as bad as I thought.