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Each song is a chapter Every chapter is a memory A night to remember A dance to forget A moment in eternity A playlist, carefully scripted Like a poem, each line definitive Each line a story of its own A waterfall of emotion A time machine sending you back From the future To a happier place A bittersweet romance Or painful regret The bass is a hammer to your heart The intro, like ****** to your veins The drums a master puppeteer Pull you from the still And force you to move like the rains depend on it. One song turns you ten years old Running carelessly through the cold Another takes me to her driveway As we said our last tearful goodbyes This one reminds me of the great I’ve done The pain and mistakes I’ve overcome A chapter that strips me of my clothes When we use to dance each night And morning after Start one up, and it smells like a sweaty dance floor A rocking boat and a thousand lights On the edge of young and responsibility Young and fearless, free to be free Another song reminds me to be strong in dark times To remember where my heart is if I need to cry To find solace in good times Inspiration in bad times To let the Sun rise in the dead of night Each song saved my life Each song broke my heart Campfires to slow dances Epic workouts and romances The mixtape of my life is a collection Of golden trading cards to me A flick of the wrist and they come alive And free me from the lonely nights They all warm my heart They all chill my bones And if I can’t find my headphones, I’ll sing them loud and out of tune The courage they give Is worth the embarrassment So set me free, mixtape memories If I had it my way, Each song would play forever And forever I’d be free
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
kyledalsanto
Mixtape Memories
Each song is a chapter Every chapter is a memory A night to remember A dance to forget A moment in eternity A playlist, carefully scripted Like a poem, each line definitive Each line a story of its own A waterfall of emotion A time machine sending you back From the future To a happier place A bittersweet romance Or painful regret The bass is a hammer to your heart The intro, like ****** to your veins The drums a master puppeteer Pull you from the still And force you to move like the rains depend on it. One song turns you ten years old Running carelessly through the cold Another takes me to her driveway As we said our last tearful goodbyes This one reminds me of the great I’ve done The pain and mistakes I’ve overcome A chapter that strips me of my clothes When we use to dance each night And morning after Start one up, and it smells like a sweaty dance floor A rocking boat and a thousand lights On the edge of young and responsibility Young and fearless, free to be free Another song reminds me to be strong in dark times To remember where my heart is if I need to cry To find solace in good times Inspiration in bad times To let the Sun rise in the dead of night Each song saved my life Each song broke my heart Campfires to slow dances Epic workouts and romances The mixtape of my life is a collection Of golden trading cards to me A flick of the wrist and they come alive And free me from the lonely nights They all warm my heart They all chill my bones And if I can’t find my headphones, I’ll sing them loud and out of tune The courage they give Is worth the embarrassment So set me free, mixtape memories If I had it my way, Each song would play forever And forever I’d be free
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Breathe out, taking yourself out of the groggy room Drawn back, six years old and kicking high enough on the swing set, high enough for tree tops. Swinging became toes dangling from a high ledge high ledges into things your parents told you not to touch, not to burn yourself on, Let the taste burn, Through fingertips candle wax eloping down the wick, it's last flicker of redundant flame. Time is runs short, feel yourself creasing down the middle, stained like an old table cloth, wilting away like sunflowers curling at the corners Dust swirls through the empty room, echoes in a ribcage, punctured lung.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
jodie-whitchurch
Rented Flat, Old Block and New Revelations
Breathe out, taking yourself out of the groggy room Drawn back, six years old and kicking high enough on the swing set, high enough for tree tops. Swinging became toes dangling from a high ledge high ledges into things your parents told you not to touch, not to burn yourself on, Let the taste burn, Through fingertips candle wax eloping down the wick, it's last flicker of redundant flame. Time is runs short, feel yourself creasing down the middle, stained like an old table cloth, wilting away like sunflowers curling at the corners Dust swirls through the empty room, echoes in a ribcage, punctured lung.
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