I think I hear it
But I know I can't
Because admitting that I hear it would be giving in
Surrendering to the fact that you aren't completely gone from my life
It hurt knowing you're gone
But it would hurt more knowing you're back
Phantom music
Like the itching missing limb of an amputee
Wishful thinking
Perhaps
I am addicted to music. I just love the soothing effect it has on a person...
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the new blog header. Very Much.
ReplyDeleteWhat a week!!! After a week like that, the only option you have is to fall into a dreamless sleep for three days.
ReplyDeleteI haven't lost anyone quite like that. Grandpa was more memory than music. And I never had my girl so I haven't really lost her. I guess it's just my own music that I hear, haunting me because it's not something else and it's been the same forever yet doesn't hold any memory. It's a timeless ocean that batters against me, hoping to kill before a saving current sweeps me off to shore or a wind of imagination blows me off course into seas of lunacy and insanity. Jesus loves you! =)
ReplyDeleteOh, and awesome pic
ReplyDeleteDo u write ur own poetry?? its really nice!!
ReplyDeleteYes I do, thanks.
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