It comes from afar almost unheard
Inside your soul begins to stir
The music fills your hazy mind
And begins to take control.
You hardly yet can realize
Music has you in its eyes
It slowly grows as you decide
That musics a thing you shall uphold.
It fills the silence around your heart
The emptyness begins to fall appart
And wondrous things will soon unwind
As you reform to musics mold.
And now from you the mists unfurl
You view the world through eyes of pearl
We have become one of musics kind
Our hearts are warm, no longer cold.
The tumultuous of things of me.
About Me
- Katie
- My name is Katharine, but I usually go by Katie. Somehow I'm tough and bratty at the same time. But despite of all that, I like being taken care of. Sometimes I don't understand my feelings and emotions, so I write poetry. Some of that is here, which is pretty much why I created this blog.
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1 comment:
I love that one...us musicians...we understand...although I couldn't have put it into words like that...you win!!
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