On my page


Folds of conciousness fall open

Wordss dance in strings 

None of them match the beauty

Or elegance of you 

I cant get the dance to match the music

And for the most part it lays unwritten 

Waiting for the tune for the melody

And the fluidity

To match the resonance of your

Etherial frequency.

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Shift the folds

And crease the lines
By now I know the match is mine
And we can dance to the beat of a different drum
Sing with the rhythm of our own tongues
Unwritten ink is bleeding
The empty page is pleading
The freak in me
Seeks the frequency

Shift the tone and feed new life
Into the unknown as chance goes by
And we can sing along with the tune we've done
And dance to the rhythm with a rhyming touch
Unwritten words or seething
While the ink we write is fleeting
The freak in me
Seeks the frequency

I say the freak in me
Seeks your frequency

Step into my scene
Blend into the beat
Because the freak in me
Oh yea, the freak in me
Seeks your frequency

"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr

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That's  a hit guaranteed to

That's  a hit guaranteed to Roc! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am