i could make a song,
with the best that my heart is making.
my pulse sounding like drums coursing throughout my body.
my heart is composing a song.my body is an orchestra,
performing for you,
and only you.i have to produce music,
inspired by my heartbeats
so that i can remember them forever.i was so interested in your melody i was willing to learn your lyrics,
commit them to memory,
and serenade them back to youyour music is my medicine, my painkiller
that's why you settle me,
you bring me ease.
like a drug, you've got me addicted.
too far gone.
settle the fire that flares in my soul,
extinguish it with your burning aria.together let's make a symphony.
a harmony of our stories sung in unison,
our own little hymn.
our voices entwined,
creating something so beautiful,
and everlasting,
YOU ARE READING
loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...