I can feel the notes in my toes
and the base in my chest
all that I am
swells with the music
escape from thought
reality slips away
like a dream - forgotten
The concert is in my head
and reverberates out
through my ears
I am the drumbeat in my chest
I am the guitar
and the base and the ivory keys
my soul is touched
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.