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Sep 2013
I sit frozen.
I have just uncovered a band,
Of a genre I barely listen to.
I wonder why I haven't discovered this yet,
Where have I been?
It's music speaks the words in my heart,
Words I have no heart to speak,
In fear of rejection from the world.
It fuels my poetry, my writing,
It makes me feel whole and better.
Is this what this music does to you?
Make you feel better and yet tears you apart,
Strand by strand,
Till it hits your soul,
And does something to your heart.
You feel good and okay.
I am frozen.
I have listened to my life in song,
In words I cannot express myself.
I will be okay.
Willow Grierson
Written by
Willow Grierson  America
(America)   
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