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Apr 2018
The melodies flow in and out of me
Tickling my spine with each soft trill
My finger naturally taps along with the sweet rhythm
As if I’ve heard this tune before
Each note engraves itself into my soul
Until my very being is a beautiful etching of millions of piano keys
Thousands of songs
Hundreds of notes
But just one soul
Filled with sweet songs
Feeding on more and more music until I explode and splatter my passion all over the world
Just to have it spat back at me
Broken and empty
I devour songs
Entire symphonies cannot escape my hunger for the beauty of music
The world drains me of my tunes
I fill myself back up and wait to be cruelly emptied once more
Like an evil waltz
The pitiful souls of this world destroy my love
Yet expect it to be filled when they return to empty me once more
This is why I will never be satisfied
No matter how many songs I stuff into my head
No matter how many melodies I force my ears to hear
I can never escape the cruel dance
And the pitiful souls that will forever keep me from being full
This is my first poem on this site! Enjoy!
Bee
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Bee  18/F/In a book
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