She floats down a strip of gray
Unaware of it all
Her dance as light as a wingbeat
Her music, like a thorn;A piercing din
A deafening silence
A life of misery & pain."It's simple," they say
"She forgot her place,
Her punishment'll be an unbroken tearstain."Yet her face was bliss
Her love, untouched
But even the smile on her face
Was a useless crutch.Her thoughts ran a marathon
And fought a war at the same
"Why must you be silent?"
Is the question, they would claim.Me being like this?
It's an answer you should know
I sing myself secret songs
Before the rooster crows.They say thoughts are the loudest silence
Then why is this my loudest scream?
These screams of midnight moon, unheardWill be seen, within a dream.
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So I wrote this one like a year ago. Tell me if you want to use it anywhere. PLEASE tell me where I can improve!
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SonstigesJust a general rant book 😁. Got to get some of these thoughts out. Poems, suggestions, stories, and maybe some songs 😊😋. Hope you can find it within yourselves to try and bear with this whack-a-doodle!!