The sweetest notes of music sing through the air,
And relieve me of the burdens I bear.
Those sweet notes of music belong to you,
But I can't seem to find you anywhere.
I find a door, locked and hidden,
And hear your music, soft and forbidden,
And though I know the door is sealed,
I can feel myself begin to grin.
I press my ear up against the wood,
Straining to hear, but wishing I could,
Break down this wall that restrains me so,
And hold you close, as I know I should.
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Poems of a Passionate, Puzzling, Pale Person
PoetryA little book of poems I've written recently! A few joyful, a few solemn, a few in between. A few about nature, a few about humans, whatever suits your needs! Enjoy! (Those were the only P adjectives I could think of to describe me on the spot. Than...
