Music in Me
Childhood can
be a connotation
of cacophonous tunes,
where the sweetest sins
hide pain
behind a smile.
We all have
a story to tell,
but not all are
born to narrate.
The poetic portray
through poetry,
choosing calm
over chaos.
others wishing
if only
music
could ease
away
all the pain.
Not all songs
are as sincere
as they sound.
I should regret
the stranger
I welcomed in
my heart,
who's corrupt,
lyrical,
crumpled ideas
made my soul tired.
Each beat left me
caught in the riptide
of betrayal,
where even
the weakest
waves broke me.
I was enamored
with being lonely,
impersonating a persona
of pristine perfection,
whilst gazing
at pensive
gloaming showers,
wishing that
broken strings
of aesthetic violins,
would grant
me an allaying
silent
goodbye.
The night has
a resonant
silence, but words
within this
handwritten letter
are too loud.
Without background m u s i c
I am no longer
a prisoner
of memories,
silently sewing
rustic rhythms
into a thunderous
stubborn heart.
I remember storms,
when rain
washed the paint
of fake smiles away..
I was lost
in opaque puddles
floating
like a
porcelain
paper boat,
struck by ruins
of lightning at
a time when ink
refused to bleed.
Abandoned in pigments
of black notes,
your birth changed
the palette
of the colors
of my love.
You inspired me to
be like melodic flowers,
blossoming together
in tones
of delicate redolence.
Now seasonal songs
serenade
your name,
in dawns of estival
summer formed rays.
I heard my iron
heart beat
in your melodious laughter,
carving fruitful beginnings
from the curves of
your innocent gaze.
Now my poetry and
music have meaning,
as you're the
ink in my pen,
the line on my paper.
Allowing my quill to
weave sincere couplets,
between
verses and phrases
that have substance.
Your initials are the
warmth of my soul,
inspiring me to
thrive and survive.
My topaz twilight,
my purpose,
now and hereafter.
You are my most
precious lullaby.
For, what is a tree
without branches
of succulent leaves?
When roots spurting
water and blood
merge
as
revitalizing sonnets.
Maybe,
you are
my karmic answer
to every prayer
I’ve whispered to the moon.
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