Quiet days fill ones head with loud thoughts
Unable to shake the silence
I make my own symphony
Not with music or instruments
Simply with those loud thoughts
Maybe I'll make them quicken for a heart pounding rhythm
I might slow things down for a romantic melody
Time to take things to proportions unknown
Hear my song, made from the loudest thoughts
AN/ Okay so I called this one surprise symphony for a reason. In the poem is a little surprise. Anyone who finds it, I'll write them a poem. I'm toying around with a few ideas of mine and this is one of them.
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Mindsong
PoetryPoetry where nothing is as it seems. Unknown messages peek between each line. Can you comprehend them? #sharetheloveofpoetry
