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A poem about passion. |
| Passion flows throw my veins with each beat of my heart another guitar strums, with each word I speak another lyric is born. Music flows through my body, replacing the passion, and blood and giving me life. my hands are shaking like the addict on the corner I am addicted, to harmony and verse. with each breath i breathe I stand one more chance of never recovering. from my head to my toes music takes over me. My insecurities float away they fade into the darkness, melodically turning into passionate cries. Anxiety sets in, I am consumed by the haunting lyrics I frequently find in slumber. Sleep with this haunting lullaby, A strange mixture of sharps and flats... lyrics written in incomplete sentences. |