OK

Symphony of colors
Melody of hills
Harmony of growth
Ballad of truth
Rhythm of quakes
Tunes of emotions
Beats of light
Chorales of love

Keys weave stitches with
A gentle touch whispering
To the pain not that
It's OK but that perhaps
It's not OK and that's
OK
In a way nothing else can
Music heals

Eyes slide closed
Letting rhythms weave us back
Together

elise.writer

VT

15 years old

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    because i'm supposed to

    you told me, one night in mid-july.

    warm air and sun fading in the sky,

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    i've heard this story a thousand times before.

    i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,

    became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,

    i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be