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This poem is about a girls way to block the pain through her music. |
| I look at the music, look down and see, The black and white keys under me. A beautiful song is my escape, It's almost as warm as a tight embrace. The music is me, my soul, my cries, It reaches up and touches the sky. A single tear falls down my cheek, It shows my feelings, I don't have to speak. The beautiful keys play the lullaby so sweet, They wrap around me, forever they keep. A beautiful melody, a beautiful sound, Is all I need to dry my tears and calm down. |