This music in my mind,
It sounds so divine,
But I know no matter how much I think of him,
He will never be mine;
His voice vibrates my thoughts,
I want to say something to him,
But my voice keeps getting caught.
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Black is Poetic
PoetryA collection of terribly written poems... All written by me unless said otherwise. *there might be some possible reading triggers so please don't read if you are sensitive to depression,suicide, etc...*
