Turn up the music
I don't want to hear
The ugly words
Or feel the fear
I'll close my eyes
I don't want to see
The way they giggle
And point at me
I'll let it become me
I'm the musical feat
I'm the treble and the bass
I'm the never-ending beat
I'll turn up the volume
Until nothing is left
Nothing but the notes
And treble and bass clefs
I'll put my earbuds in
Music blasting
When you've all eroded
I'll be the one lasting
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
