The music that I listen to, cuts deep into my soul like the sharpest blade
against the ripest apple. That crunch,
it fills me with such satisfaction
but that crunch is more than taste.
It resonates with me and makes
me feel beautiful.
It's not just the "Lavendar Haze"
of Taylor Swift, but it's a multitude
of different writing styles and
sounds and genres that just reek
emotion and sound that seeps down
into my brain making
my whole entire body feel like heaven
and hell combined.
I made a playlist that I've had since
middle school, rotating songs and
deleting others. It's evolved from a "vast forest"
to a "wheel of fortune" to an "underwater soul fire".
I have deep gratitude for
the amount of times it has helped me
throughout my late night cries,
and confident walks through downtown.
I always, and still do, desire someone to
see the music I listen to in the same way
that I do.
Emotions first, lyrics and
sound second; Bound by shuffle
and repetition.
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It's Raining Outside
Poetry[Completed] 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. I don't know how else to say this, but... 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬; 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧�...
