Bon iver reminds me of my Holocene,
and Jamison the sundry and immense.
Henson how lovers part, and Eillsh
That sadness is self-defense.
Khalid tells me the self is patient, even
When in pain. Hozier that the end is always
Near and to romance our land.
The Paper Kites, they know my soul,
In a trumpets desolate croon, and Lambert knows
the inevitable strength
It takes to stand.
Love I learned from Loggins, who sings of
Small worlds in supple palms,
but it was Urban who first made me feel the power of love
through a summer song.
Moon River was my home, and will always be.
Yet, Norah Jones takes me closer to true mirth
When I come away to that place where I belong.
If I hadn't heard LaMontagne, I know i'd be remiss,
For he was the one who taught me
What it is to long for what I've lost.
Iskov, a darling companion on those dreary
College mornings, and Mayer a lover to hold in
Coffee shops.
Holiday found in me my favorite color, and Mars the
Light of the sun. The Beatles taught me to
Slumber and appreciate the blackbird when it sings.
Vienna was a lesson, I didn't know I had to learn.
And yet, when I think of stopping time,
it is The Scorpions that life brings.
How many more I could list? All that I could name.
A song is not a song, but a immortal spirit for us to
Obtain. A song is more that melody and tune,
Harmony and beat--
A song to me is the reason for which we create
And connect.
The reason why we wish so badly for time to keep.
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PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
