When you can taste the music
That’s been spinning
And twisting
Through the exhausted thoughts
And panicked memories
That’s when you know
That the thrumming of
Your heart is actually
The beat to a song
Sometimes forgotten
But still beautiful
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 8:31 PM UTC
When you can taste the music
That’s been spinning
And twisting
Through the exhausted thoughts
And panicked memories
That’s when you know
That the thrumming of
Your heart is actually
The beat to a song
Sometimes forgotten
But still beautiful
That feeling at 3 AM when your skin is stretched too thin and you’re manically happy and upset and haven’t slept properly in days
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