Here I am, once again. Here to sing the same songs. On the stage for your entertainment.
I stand up tall without expression. I come when called and follow direction. Simply, a muse to be told what to do.
Have you heard me sing? Do you listen to me? I'm only repeating. I'm a broken record playing.
I'm no different from the rest, not the worst and not the best. I'm more a robot than a human being.
My voice is broken so am I. I've lost my soul and said good-bye to any beauty I could ever bring.
Have you heard me sing? Do you listen to me? I'm only repeating. I'm a broken record playing.
Is there more to life or does it keep repeating in an ever going race. I feel like I am moving but barely even growing at a slow engrossing pace.
Have you heard me sing? Do you listen to me? I'm only repeating. I'm a broken record playing.
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My Heart, My Soul, and My Poems
PoésieA poem is my anger, a haiku is my heart, and a song is my soul that sings to soothe the dying parts. I am as if a puzzle with a missing piece here and there. A paper and pencil is all I need to show you who I am and why I am here. (By the way this i...
