pulling strings of my heart—
songs in my mind never depart,
igniting a dangerous spark,
a flickering candle in the dark,
fingers woven together,
a sweater in the coldest weather.
the reason i long for dreams,
waiting for me there—or so it seems,
a movie i love to replay,
the same ticket—no money to pay.
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Author:
Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A most poetic write of playing things in the mind. Lovely
thank you!!!
A lovely write of letting the mind play, nicely crafted
I truly appreciate it
You are very welcome
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