Your melody soothes the scars I hide,
A gentle escape for my restless mind.
Your rhythm hums with nostalgic grace,
A symphony that holds me in its warm embrace.
Your lyrics whisper what words cannot,
A voice that understands my every thought.
Your beat aligns with my heart’s own pace,
A soulmate’s touch in sound and space.
Your chords pull the strings of my smile,
Lifting my spirit, if only for a while.
Oh, melody, rhythm, and song divine,
My one true love—my therapist, mine.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
Your melody soothes the scars I hide,
A gentle escape for my restless mind.
Your rhythm hums with nostalgic grace,
A symphony that holds me in its warm embrace.
Your lyrics whisper what words cannot,
A voice that understands my every thought.
Your beat aligns with my heart’s own pace,
A soulmate’s touch in sound and space.
Your chords pull the strings of my smile,
Lifting my spirit, if only for a while.
Oh, melody, rhythm, and song divine,
My one true love—my therapist, mine.
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