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Striking Chords
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Like a flash of light,
these words that I see,
the results of a test,
wishing me a long life ahead.
And I find myself sighing...
Like a burst of heat,
these words that I see,
a note from a loved one,
unexpected - short and sweet.
And I find myself smiling...
Like the beat of a drum,
this heart that I hear,
a steady life-blood pounding,
with purpose, hope and fear.
And I find myself crying...
The chords of life,
striking so very oddly,
beautifully tragic,
this song is unfinished.
these words that I see,
the results of a test,
wishing me a long life ahead.
And I find myself sighing...
Like a burst of heat,
these words that I see,
a note from a loved one,
unexpected - short and sweet.
And I find myself smiling...
Like the beat of a drum,
this heart that I hear,
a steady life-blood pounding,
with purpose, hope and fear.
And I find myself crying...
The chords of life,
striking so very oddly,
beautifully tragic,
this song is unfinished.
I don't think I'll ever spill the details of my life in this place with detail and vulgarity. This is the best it'll ever be.
© 2008 - 2024 Venaeli
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You're a mystery. You have every right to be.
Life is a beautiful mess, it seems.
Every memory, even the bad, end up cherished and immortalized in 'remember when's' and 'back then's.'
Life is a beautiful mess, it seems.
Every memory, even the bad, end up cherished and immortalized in 'remember when's' and 'back then's.'