Each roaring note buzzed, enlivened the crowd
But clutched tightly onto my heart
Everything I knew was for this moment
But in each moment, I was in a daze
The accents in my life stayed as accents
And only memories I wished to play again
At the end of each song, the pitch rings long after
Not knowing how it’ll end, but playing the melody to figure it out
- Author: PeeKaBoo ( Offline)
- Published: August 28th, 2021 22:37
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 10
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