There is something to be said for the beat of the song that can become the rhythm of my heart.
For a minute I can forget what I'm trying not to remember,
and the chaos of my mind slows enough so that I can finally find a ******* smile,
I've practically forgotten they exist,
yet here they are,
underneath a heavy blanket of bitterness that has permanently clouded my mind since then...
God bless the melody thats crashes in my eardrums,
and the lyrics that wash over me as I breathe them in.
I can taste the sound on my tongue and it leaves me speechless.
My bloodstream isn't even drowning in a 70 proof serum,
but here I am
dancing underwater from toe to fingertip in a sea of musical notes
and right now
everything
is
almost
okay
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
There is something to be said for the beat of the song that can become the rhythm of my heart.
For a minute I can forget what I'm trying not to remember,
and the chaos of my mind slows enough so that I can finally find a ******* smile,
I've practically forgotten they exist,
yet here they are,
underneath a heavy blanket of bitterness that has permanently clouded my mind since then...
God bless the melody thats crashes in my eardrums,
and the lyrics that wash over me as I breathe them in.
I can taste the sound on my tongue and it leaves me speechless.
My bloodstream isn't even drowning in a 70 proof serum,
but here I am
dancing underwater from toe to fingertip in a sea of musical notes
and right now
everything
is
almost
okay
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