June 27th 2021
June 27th 2021
The screaming inside never reaches my lips
I don't know how to get them there
Words
Lyrics
My heart is pouring them out
My brain barely keeps up
I thought age would quiet them
They just got more complex
The notes my fingers can't play
The songs I don't know how to sing
It's about time
I figured out how
I don't know how to get them there
Words
Lyrics
My heart is pouring them out
My brain barely keeps up
I thought age would quiet them
They just got more complex
The notes my fingers can't play
The songs I don't know how to sing
It's about time
I figured out how
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Usually I don't write commentary on poetry. But lately I've felt so many ideas that are slipping through my mind like water through my fingers. I catch them. I only hope they impart what they are supposed to, and that I catch what I'm supposed to. But it's frustrating when my brain, and my heart, can articulate things that my voice and my pen can't. When my thoughts are so fleeting that I can't express them.
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