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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?

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