Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015
I tap my fingers in an unorganized rhythm on my computer desk
Listening to amazing melodies of music
Concentrating on the lyrics of the Music trying to 'feel' something
Trying to find that same feeling in music that I felt when I first met you
That warm vibration of a rush, that feeling of remembrance, the feeling of life
To be continued ;
DarkDepriment
Written by
DarkDepriment  heaven
(heaven)   
  517
     Sycamore Spirit, r l, R, SPT and Nathan Cross
Please log in to view and add comments on poems