Music. My refuge. My life.
The rhythm takes my heart, soothing and easing the pain out into the words.
The words steal my thoughts, taking them captive.
Music. It pulls me away from pain, sorrow, hurt.
It it a place where I can hide myself away from the world.
What is music to you??
Ugh, it's terrible I know, no need to tell me...
YOU ARE READING
My Heart in a Box
PoetryUNDERGOING EDITING [Highest rank 103 in Poetry 11-12-17] [#105 in Poetry 11-02-17] [ #139 in Poetry 10-13-17] [#205 in Poetry 9-21-17] We never know what to expect in life. I take what it gives me and melt it into words that leak into Poems.
