"Come inside this heart of mine,
feel the beat to the poets rhyme,
words they tumble, spilling pain,
tales of woe or love, again."
Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
The melodies she sang seemed sonorous sadness to some. The innocent ones who had never tasted heartbreak on their tongues and spat it out with indignation.
Her songs may scream of pain and loss bringing tears to the eyes of the unbroken but to those who understood, they rejoiced. They felt the celebration the acceptance and the healing.
They would smile and share the same strange looks from the unknowing. Not all love songs tell of a happy ending. Some simply melodise survival. The most important harmony of all.
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