Ylevol melody

Interesting Sound

How does one begin a story?

Is it when the first breath takes place?

Or maybe something unknowingly common.

When they share a gaze taking the first step to the soul.

Possibly, a story is too structured for this timeline?

A soft melody as time goes by. Till it reaches the first lyric,

-an interest.

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I haven't put too much thought into this

November was long ago

I finally let something hit close to my heart

Now I fear I will go backwards

You have changed

So have i

But now it's gone

Will it come back like the tide?

-Jan 4, 2020 

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I can't even prove to myself I am worthy

So there is no way I could do it for another

-Thanks regardless

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I'm more nervous than I let you see.

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The dark falls onto us slowly as the sunsets.

Like my heart sinking to the depths of the universe.

The tide has gone

Or more so I have moved from the

ocean breeze.

Now I wonder through the vast forest.

Where the strumming of a guitar,

can be heard from deep within.

How I long to find that sound

I can feel myself getting closer

The more my lungs tighten

The more my heartaches

Peering down at my pinky, a beautifully tied string

One of importance, one of remembrance.

I've set November on a shelf, leaving it alone

I gently pick January up as a distressed flower.

care for it, watch it grow,

Woke up and my string had vanished

In a state of panic, I ran to the flower

It was gone but in its place was the string tied to a stick in the ground

Leading straight into the forest

I follow not knowing where it will go.

- Jan 20, 2020

   

Everything happened so fast, I was drawn like a moth to light.

She was brighter than a star. I desperately wanted to get closer, I wished and hoped that maybe she would feel the same. People got to talking, the gears began to turn.

Things appeared slow paced, but everything was lightning speed to me. The ball began rolling, as they say be careful of what you wish for. 

The impact will have major casualties. 

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The afternoon started

With drizzles of hopeless rain

Endless walking

Circles of mindless talking

A cup of coffee

And all words are spilled

By evening the rain had subsided

Greeting us with sunset

At the end two faint doves

And a forest full of possibilities

-Jan 24, 2020

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Skipping beats undercover

Slowly growing

Blossoming under pure snow

Afraid these thoughts should cease to flow

Falling with the rhythm of time

Graceful with every rhyme

A lovely sight to see

You had taken a gaze at me

Unsure of the next tune

How shall it play?

Will it slowly drift away?

The snow melt, and rain

kept a close eye on our melody

Trying hard to keep up to speed

Hoping I can float as you do

As a song on repeat

Never skipping a beat

-Lovely tune