A Song That Makes No Sense
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Can you hear it?
The meaning behind the poetry that flows passed my lips
like air from my lungs,
timeless words that vibrate the air
and caress eardrums like a lover,
words that hug skin like a friend?
These words
come from my soul.
However, they are a mere solidification of liquid muse,
an attempt at spelling out the fluid love
I have for the world.
Love,
another word created by humans and
misused tastelessly;
love,
a four-letter word that means more than affection
or admiration.
It is the way goosebumps travel along your body
when the bass drops in a song;
it is the clench in your chest when you’re about to cry,
whether its tears of sadness or joy;
it is the heavy weight that clings to your body
as you run uphill,
and it is the sigh of relief when you reach the top.
Love is looking up to the sky
on a crisp Winter night,
trying to describe what you see:
it is infinite, it is madness,
it is so vast
and yet
it fills my soul to the brim completely,
not a drop over the side,
not a single one.
That is why I write poetry.
That is why I string strange words together
into a playful symphony:
in hopes that it could remotely convey
the love that occupies my being.
Will you dance with me?
Will you dance with me to the sound
of this madness?