closing my eyes,
music blaring loud,
and the ability to listen...
to hear the beating of the drums,
the strums of the guitar,
and to hear those lyrics
and take them to heart.
I'd forgotten about the real reason music existed
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this is a very simple poem but you have put so much meaning into it. i really like it! haha especially the part about drums lolz...
ReplyDeletethanks noodle! and of course you like the drums... :D
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