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Rachel Glen Nov 2017
and i'm here to tell you,
what it feels like to sever my soul,
and fill the holes with lyrics -
that melody -
that beat -
the shiver down my spine,
when those words are spit with such emotion,
or drawn out so sweetly like a dream -
it's like madness,
an addiction.
Our songs sing to each other
every morning, noon and night,
bringing beauty and love into life
so perfect and so right.

The sweetest of our melodies
loving and oh so kind,
playing throughout our histories
since our dawn of time.

That special kind of love
going beyond our final days,
unconditional and pure of heart
enchanting in every way.

Our melodies have played on
as fate allowed us time to grow,
preparing us for the most beautiful love
that our hearts beamingly glow.
~
Sara Murray Jul 2017
I made melodies for you
Think of all the tracks gone to waste
The kind stuck in my head for days
The kind on the radio
That seem easy to love  
but soon become overplayed
Jacob Jun 2017
It's crazy, I barely know you right now
In fact, I don't think we're really friends
Right now my heart's screaming
"Please don't do this again"
I can't keep pretending that I don't feel anything
These feelings, I can't keep them concealed as I'm thinking
To myself, "When will I see her again?"
I know I shouldn't do this
Since my heart's a ******* mess
But you could be the piece that fills the gap that's been left
Because when I look at you, I forget,
That I see a book to be read
And yet I haven't said a single word
I know it's all for the best
Plus, I know you want better
I bite my tongue and think "It's whatever"
The biggest flaw of the heart is, it looks for love to feel better
Nothing's the same, chances I used to abhor
I don't look back to my ex, I know I'm not who she wants anymore
My heart says yes but I never listen
You were the sign I was looking for
But I keep acting like I missed it
We used to be waking up nine to five just to strive
Go to class together at seven in the morning
Besides taking these College credits
You make the journey so worth it
These feelings are worth a thousand words
Somehow I can't word it
I know there's more to find, there's more of you below the surface
The grayest skies will never dim those hazel eyes
The walks I had with you after class made me realize
That I'm not searching for something
I'm running away from the fall
If you ever got to know me
Would you understand me at all?
Temporary affections is all I see around
I've been down and out,
Writing all these feelings before it all goes South
It ***** when these feelings won't just let up
I'm love sick and I'm sick of love
I see no cure to be found
The latest nights is when it really hits me
Realizing that no one ever gets me
I don't know if you're the one
Or if I wan't you to fix me
But I'm done trying to pretend
So let me know who you are
As for the truth, honestly I'm at the end
I keep my head up high looking at you as a start
How far will this go?


PS: I'm sorry for it being so long.
Debbie Brindley May 2017
You sit at our kitchen table
Guitar in your hand
Playing beautiful melodies of love
And tunes from far away lands
Then at night you play with a rock band Hells Bells is their name
Music blaring
Heads are thrashing
The whole room goes insane
At the end of the night you pack up your gear
Head on out the door
Home to your sweet darling
To play your beautiful melodies once more
A poem for my husband x
Star BG May 2017
Dice-like words toss around mind,
until ready for the written poem to emerge.
To tickle eyes that gracefully move.
To open heart for time to stop.
To heal pains and know ones not alone.
To retrieve memories with a smile
as melodies linger.

Hooray for playing the game of life with dice fully loaded.
Hooray for life that unfolds divinely.

StarBG © 2017
I'm grateful for my life with all its experiences. May you roll your own dice and move in the energies of a winner.
Lady Bird Dec 2016
singing her melodies of torment
hiding in a chamber of lead
awakened and degenerated
yet no one seemed to care
left lies and lost love
pulling the final thread
the heaven's bled a river of red
from the fall of her severed head
I can hear a voice,
A melody,
That he, rejoice,
It echoes in tune,

From morn until noon,
Lacking the apathy,
That senses the mood,
No signal, no choice,

It flow inside a symphony,
But just so moist,
Slipping through reality,
He jumps out, and is gone, like a loon.
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