Some Shit She Said .

COMPULSIVE MUSIC DISORDER .

She was a song.
Her melody danced along the crevasses of her
smile,
And her voice quietly swam in the breeze
between the crowds.
It was her song that played so loud that it
deceived anyone who heard it,
for it played its truest note when she sat
alone.
The voice that once swam, started to sink and
it echoed against the glass bowl.
She was a superficial song.
The song everyone knew all the words to but
didn't understand.
The message between the lines were lost behind
the facade of her happiness.
The melody that once danced, found itself crouched
against the cold seat.
And with every passing verse, she forcefully
excreted her self worth.
She was a sad song.
Just a voice with no music,
a forgotten acapella.
The song no one cared to listen to unless the
words were as ignorant as the perception of
beauty itself.