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Rewrite My Mind
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2016 Most days it’s not worth it
My fingers twist dirt to vandalize golden crowns
Most days I’m a mansion
But the sunrooms are hidden behind the black
Most days I can’t be comforted,
even when running in circles is effortless
Most days I’m expecting
to be alone and alone and then we’re together
Crashing through the tunnel,
letting in the light
Shooting energy into my lungs,
showing me the flip side of fate
I’m almost walking this fragile line
and then you come out looking like
that,
like poetry,
riding a wave of rhythm and rhyme
and it’s all I can do not to collapse
But it’s the good kind
this time,
I’d rather be falling to you than
walking to nowhere
and the bruises tell a story anyway
Running on empty when you’re
right here beside me,
in a parallel world you could fill me up with pure power and wind and the stars in your eyes
I need to rewrite my mind to relearn that you’re mine
Hard sometimes
To get over what we've become accustomed to. Muscle memory in the brain, perhaps. Like you, I'd like to rewrite my mind, on occasion.
I think this is my favorite of yours, so far
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Romantic
well written,enjoyable poem,as usual!
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
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