She listened when she felt happy,
But she also listened when she felt sad.
Sometimes listening made her angry,
Other times it made her feel downright bad.
The music would lift her up further,
But chose sometimes to take her down lower.
Sometimes she didn't feel anything,
But it did make her feelings shiver.
Sometimes she listened in the evenings,
Sometimes she listened with others.
Sometimes she listened in the mornings,
But mostly she listened by herself.
The music was her friend,
When it seemed like no one cared.
The music loved her to no end,
When it seemed everyone disappeared.
Even though it sometimes broke her more,
She had nowhere else to go.
She listened in hopes of restoration.
But did it ever really heal? No.
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PoetryJust some random poems and whatevers that I've written. Honestly don't expect much reads, but writing gives me a sense of peace and comfort. Also, please don't take any of these or use them in any books or anything unless you ask permission.
