music, by Too Blinded by the lips of L*O*V*E* to taste their sweet poison!
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the radio is turned up
blasting my favorite mix
a little norah jones
some john mayer
the feel good music
i'm swaying with the beat
free and graceful
i know i look foolish
but behind my closed bedroom door
i feel empowered
My body becomes the rhythem
my heart pounding in perfect harmony
i am a song
a sweet melodic story
i change my genre
according to my mood
a little death metal
to relive anger
some rap
to let my pain flow
easy listening, blues, and jazz
when the world is my playground
pop rock
for the giddy me
alternative
for when i'm sad and depressed
but it is still my home
made to fit me at any time
my skin against the world
my passion
my desire
my obsession
music
still swaying
rocking with the music
acting very foolish
but in my eyes graceful
to me there is no one better
the music is still blasting
and i am still a song |
Posted: 2005-12-17 19:59:28 UTC |
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2005-12-23 03:53:46 | wishing_on_stars |
I know exactly how that feels. It's wonderful. |
2007-05-31 06:14:35 | mytruth |
Amazing poem. Keep it up. |