Open Poetry #48 |
Listening to a song |
ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
I remember the time I was in the house during my middle school days. It was raining, for some reason the rain and the song was in rhythem with my aching heart. I didn't know the rain was crying with me a pain I seem have forgotten, only to resurface in the beat and her soft voice as thunder chimes in. Even the color outside was a cold navy blue. I draw on my bed, listen as my heart seems to cave inward and tears cleave to my pillow. The rain drops fallen like piano keys draws on my window, room brushed with pure blue like my mood, like that painfully soft song. Despite it all Sweetly I press replay. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I know those songs... I listen, years drop away I can smell the day of that hurt yet again, or the day of that joy once more... we tighten ourselves to music, and we remember brightly. |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
Thank you for your comment Sunshine. Music can truly bring out things we have forgotten whether it's pain or joy. |
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