The Last Note I play
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, May 18, 2023
A soft melody that floats
It touches each bar line
Making a sound
Trying to flow
Soft as she slows
Gentle yet fleeting
A song progress slows
Feels like each note is defeating
Hanging there
My heart is beating
Time as it goes
Why do feelings feel like a hostage?
Compelled to our emotions
The melody's sound full of commotion
Trying to find the rhythm
While searching for escapism
Fingers are slowly stopping
As the sound is disappearing
A melody who feels lost
In the end I feel distraught
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