Her

H. E. R. Her voice is fluid like Dripping melancholy melodies into my eardrums Her words echo through my soul Resonating with every heart ache Every heart break Reading my mind as if I told her my life story Her colloquy speaks for me when I can’t find the words Not giving too much But just enough to make her point I get it I’ve lived it Mirroring my trauma Like a parallel universe Creating tranquility through my chaos Engulfed in a musical bubble Bursting at the seams Freeing me from this sullen state Vibing to her ascension of agony Grooving to the crescendo of grief Putting me in a trance Mixed feelings With the changing of her songs So sensual Got me craving that old thing Conjuring memories of what was What you did How I felt So authentic Knowing these feelings are fleeting The pain creeps back in from What you did How I felt Her lyrics act as a muse influencing my inner thoughts controlling my mood like a puppet on a string Her flow is reminiscent Of all I’ve loved Of all I’ve lost Her is me.