Your voice and its vibrations
It hit me like a Hurricane
The Highs and Lows
Like an untuned arpeggio
Your erratic sound
They call Laughter
I call a Melody
The state of being
In the same confinement
Churns my seventh sense
Your absence gifts
Yours truly
A floating sensation like
My heart hitting the bottom of my stomach
Without violence
A gradual sinking
For my mind is situated somewhere
Other than here
My heart aches for every
Moment
I want to archive
But am absent for
I am but
A sitting duck in panic
That my extant
Will be forgotten
I am but
A lady in Blue
Only donning that colour
So the skies won't forget me
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
Your voice and its vibrations
It hit me like a Hurricane
The Highs and Lows
Like an untuned arpeggio
Your erratic sound
They call Laughter
I call a Melody
The state of being
In the same confinement
Churns my seventh sense
Your absence gifts
Yours truly
A floating sensation like
My heart hitting the bottom of my stomach
Without violence
A gradual sinking
For my mind is situated somewhere
Other than here
My heart aches for every
Moment
I want to archive
But am absent for
I am but
A sitting duck in panic
That my extant
Will be forgotten
I am but
A lady in Blue
Only donning that colour
So the skies won't forget me
Please don't forget me.
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