From heaven to ground, and not for the first time..
She's already used to these downturns.
She wraps her emotions and pain in sounds,
For music expresses what her soul yerns.
All hopes are in vain, from the very beginning,
She's chosen not see it and turned a blind eye,
She couldn't imagine, that only in singing
Her soul will be whole and she will be alive.
Ineffable warmth, this omnipotent feeling...
It saves her and kills her - all things at once.
Her heart' s still refusing to ask for healing...
She' d sacrifice everything for one loving glance...
- Author: Gregoria (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 29th, 2023 07:29
- Category: Love
- Views: 4
Comments1
If the note is right
Words bring delight.
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