They must escape into the lyrics of the song
They feel as if they have to belong
They listen to the beat, and vibe to it, with internal pleasure.
They remember that music,
Can last forever.
The energy of the song offers a special dance
A free flowing madness that lives off of chance
Of connecting to a faithful memory.
That replays like the song,
In such reminiscent harmony.
A song stanza dedication, just in, on the radio
The person supposedly says, hello!
She exercises the floral pigment on her lips
As she tactfully traces them with her fingertips.
Another dedication, dear station, listeners
It won’t be about current events-
Rather about music, and its provocative talents
That pain, love, and chaos is not a world apart
When there is a song melody rehearsing in your heart.
They remember and replay a special beat of a song
It’s an adventure upon earth where two people can get along
And leave behind the present, does that make sense?
It’s a slightly advanced way, of simultaneously
Remembering and forgetting
All within a 2-5 minute time period,
from pangs of joy to lowly regretting.
While the song plays, they remember the person in the mirror
And do not seem to focus on anything else that’s dreary
Because it’s the footprints of the lyrics guiding the soul
You cannot redeem any new experience, almost
Thus, you can actually put your life on hold!
Dedication just in, she’s a dramatic one y’all
Says she has an invisible tattoo of thorns, and follows specific non secular laws
When they suit her way of being-
Has music shaped a creative way of following rules?
Does pain really sting that deep?
A serene dedication, folks,
He says, this vision is for my wife,
There is a song of nature that plays
And the vision shines like a sun’s reflection
A kaleidoscope in the trees
Rays of light compliment my daydreams
As my eyes adjust to the sun’s magic
Each letter that I write down now fades like dust
Am I in love
Or am I in lust
The swaying leaves and winds entice my bodily sensations
Especially when the lovely autumn, midday, tan filter outside
Brings about a final realization,
That, I too, am like a song…
As long as my soul or body is around,
I’ll surely belong.
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