Chestnut brew with a hint of spice
Still your touch, it's cold as ice
Faint flares in my flickering pulse
Yet your fingers burn as you pull me close
Collapse into my arms with a heartbreaking sigh
Calling the number keepin' me alive
It's too much to write the song
Play the music notes to keep my afloat
Glittering notes on blurry black lines
What's the point of staring at the sky?
You've chosen your path
And it's miles from mine
Mark the A, then the B
Now sing it back to me
Treble or Bass?
It doesn't matter, this isn't a race
A sixteenth, then a quarter
My tears dissolve the water
Harmonizing chords
There's no rewards
The notes know the tune
And it all falls to ruin
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Poetry
Poetry:TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide/abuse/harm/depression/anxiety These are poems that release some internal emotions I've been feeling. Some of them may be exaggerated or made up as to represent how I'm feeling. Hope you enjoy!
