You're singing a melody,
Falling upon To deaf ears.
No one turning failing to show any attention.
Your melody slowly dying becoming quieter,
over run by louder tunes.
So you change your melody
matching everyone around you.
But one person noticed,
hearing your dying melody.
Turning around and giving all the attention,
to hear your beautiful melody.
And all that you can give.
Love this! Thank you! Hugss
Love this! Thank you! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
for some reason, reminds me
for some reason, reminds me of teen america and the big race to be 'famous' before they even know who they really are.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "