my mother is annoyed,
she'd put it concerned.
my music choices,
the amount i listen to.
music dulls my sadness
or so it is thought,
music is so temporary.
do you understand?
you can't listen to music constantly
the song music end,
everything must end mother.
yet i find myself
talking, asking myself
why must the beauty end so soon?
sooner than the sorrow.
why must it go so fast?
why can't they switch around?
why can't the sorrow
be the song?
that mother is why i listen to sad music
in hopes it makes the rest of the world,
brighter.
by o.p.
when the world is dark sometimes you must experience extreme darkness to see some light.
