How can I put music into words
and not condemn it into one meaning...
Or perhaps another...?
How could you see who I am
when your eyelids drop
and you look inside...?
You prefer weeping over melody
and noise is the only song
that makes an impression...
I cannot live in your world
walls at every reach
to protect my freedom
Instead prisoned here
between skies and horizons
I don't care to breathe...
Oh a choir of angels
heavenly sings on us
and we sleep along
I might toss and turn
eyes heavily shut
sweetly dozing off...
Turn the other side
another year is gone
'listen, and sing along...'
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Lovely poem. Poetry is the expression of sad things. Your faith and strength is touching. I like your words. I think you have a future with writing. Share more.