A song to memory My heart writes a song in the rhythm of an ode to memories my tears dance to. Slowly. I pretend this beat doesn’t affect me, but the irony is my white lies can’t dance… though they try with every chance. The instrumental now detrimental to my state of mind… its mental. I know its mental but is it meant to, affect the spirit? I cry for lost memories of someone I can’t even remember. Remind me. Not of him. Remind me why it’s okay that I’m crying. Remind me of his presence before I get used to his absence. My effort is a letter. A note. A text. A lyric to a song he might never hear. I know it’s crazy, that I sing through deeds, but all I remember now is that he loved music, so please… allow me. Allow me the grace to perform these songs I started writing since I could no longer recall the tune of my smile, What they see now is just my choreographed happiness to the cue of my acapella grief. Soul so low during this solo, but they applaud me… the show goes on. I hate to perform. I don’t know how to get off this stage. I don’t know how to stop singing this song of memories… #WordOnTheStrARTis #Past
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 13:10:03 +0000
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