First Love
That first beat, that first melody,
The notes coming out of the speaker
And into my ears
Filling my head
Surrounding my heart
Experiencing a feeling people call music
I call it form of art,
Notes telling my body to move
People call it dancing
I call it instinct
Then the notes came from my mouth
People call it singing
I call it love
And I was good
As I grew
So did my love fo...
Monday 3rd November 2014 9:53 pm
Empty
Inhaled black smoke
slithering around inside
slowly taking control
control of who I am
fighting an never ending battle
slowly losing and accepting of what is to come
wrapping myself in this darkness
until sadness is nothing new to me
anger I let in and settle
happiness comes but I push away
the darkness has clouded my judgement
slowly welcoming it
fore it makes me num...
Saturday 1st November 2014 10:17 pm
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