It doesn't rhyme. It has its highs and its lows. It has silence. It has pauses. It has its good parts. It has bad parts. It's a beautiful song nevertheless.
It plays when you are lonely. When there are no songs around you.
It is a beautiful composition like you are.
And the song looks right into you. Into your soul. Into every dark corner of you. Every bad decision. Every broken piece of your heart. Every lump in your throat.
And it makes them all go away. While you dance off to your composition. Your very own and yours only composition.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Young Lady
RandomPhilosophical and poetic thoughts of a young lady on a fine evening or a late night or a scorching afternoon
