I worry.
With every fiber in my body,
Each and every melody...
In my soul.
Or the lack there of.
But yet the tunes resonate,
Engulfing my very being.
Singing for an escape,
Chanting for freedom,
Tapping into every neuron.
I worry,
There will never be a happy ever after.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
I worry.
With every fiber in my body,
Each and every melody...
In my soul.
Or the lack there of.
But yet the tunes resonate,
Engulfing my very being.
Singing for an escape,
Chanting for freedom,
Tapping into every neuron.
I worry,
There will never be a happy ever after.
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