I don’t like him anymore, but I’m sure he still thinks I do, but little does he know, I moved on a while ago. I wrote this poem about his life and how I perceived it. This poem was a present for him because I wanted to give him something special from me. After that trip, I knew I would never see him again, I don’t know how to explain it.
: For You:
: My Life As A Beat:
My imagination, sublime
It came to me in a dream
I made it up in my mind
I didn’t know how it would make me feel inside
I woke up not knowing where I was
Utter confusion
Taken over by Illusions
Hallucinations
My troubled mind
My burning eyes
All these thoughts are coming back to me
My mind rewinding from past times
My body aching
As I find time to watch the sunrise
My life is a song
A song that can’t be sung
Far from hollow
Yet no words to follow
The consistency is great
The substance, innate
The beats will move you
Even when the songs not in play
The rhythms will open your eyes
They’ll give you hope
As love overtakes your body and soul
The feelings
So twisted
The sounds
Enriching
Intriguing
Deep within
Seeping through your skin
An enhancing progress
A perfect composition
Growing throughout
With every disposition
I’ve overcome insanity
I am no longer lost
Yet I am not in control
My eyes close tight
As the instruments break
For I am being taken away
By the sounds of my tune
Quietly I lay
I utter not one single word
My mind completely content
With no such chatter evident
As the darkness arises
I clasp my hands together
As I make time to admire the night sky
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