You're a fine harmony,
With a firm principle,
You chose to make your own sound,
Make your own rhythm,
Almost a snob,
And a philosophical hum,
That I loved to hear,
You're so pleasing to listen to,
Even your every lyric were mean,
Painful and sad it were,
Still, I'd love to replay it 'til,
I bleed with the cuts you caused,
Cry with the melancholy you brought,
Still, I encourage you to strum more,
Because I'd love listening to your harmonious noise,
That has a vintage vibes and voice,
That always caught me stunned,
And astounded as your harmony crept,
Deepest into me.
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Untold Poetry (Within The Hidden Pages)
PoetryThey got stuck in my throat. They clung in my tongue's tip. They kept me awake at night. They are unheard, undiscussed. Do you know what they are? They are the unsaid words of untold poetry.
