The music grips my soul
In arms of dying pride,
I don't know what to feel
As i cripple deep inside.
I let the notes flow through me,
Like wind in the trees,
I let the painful meaning,
touch me with its tease.
The rhythm jolts my soul,
sending shocks into my head,
My skin starts to tingle,
My emotions rise from the dead.
As this dance takes over,
My body, mind and soul.
I feel the hurt and pain,
from off my heart just roll.
Please comment on this peice...just getting back into the flow of writing again...thanks
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I love this poem yellow Rose... you should write more often... I've missed your writings...
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oh this is just lovely and has sent goose bumps down my arms, i love the flow, the whole poem serinades as you read, its beautifull!!!!
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