I Live For the Chorus
Seasons come
Seasons go
Some prefer to stay numb
Some prefer nights that stay aglow
Not me
I like to be
The one who breathes
The tears
And cries the air we fear
I live for the chorus
I'm the one
Whose laugh runs
Through stillness
And breaks the stiffness
I wish to be surrounded
By ones who turn black to red
Our laughter mingles
Senses tingle
Our voices join
You and me
In harmonious glee
Raucous as the sea
We live for the chorus
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2011
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