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Close my eyes and hear music play.
I’m a walking jukebox they say.
Crack a smile while you speak—
But hardly listening.
Swaying to the tunes playing
Rent free in my head.
I love it here.
Here I feel sound.
I just want to drown— everything out.
In here, I can touch the notes.
Never have to worry about getting the votes
Of people who will never understand the
Way music flows deeper than their
thoughts.
I’ll stay here and press replay until it’s time
to say goodnight.
Wait—
Cause even in my dreams it’s a symphony.
Here is like home.
If I have music, I’m never alone.
About the Creator
Real Poetic
Welcome to my imagination. ✨
I write poetry & short stories.
Thanks for stopping by! ❤️
Instagram: @therealpoetic
Comments (1)
Oh yes, I love music. How is transport and takes us elsewhere