Sweet words,
Spilling lies.
Broken hearts & ,
Misty eyes.
In that verse so sweetly sung,
Metaphors my heart did un-numb.
How did someone I had not meet,
Describe my misery in one smooth set?
As I gazed upon the stars,
A little flicker I felt inside.
A tiny warmth began to grow,
As if the sun shone through and lit my skies.
It was then,
In a sweet melancholic verse,
I felt like for once,
I was not cursed.
Someone understood,
My icy cracks and empty words.
Somehow they expressed it all,
In a note ,in a cord.
Now I understand,
The allure in a song.
As the night turns to dawn ,
And the beat carries on..
Please 🌟
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
