The Monarchs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The feeling of being swept away, captivated by all things beautiful. When I sit down to play, it takes me somewhere I wish I could stay forever.

Submitted: January 08, 2007

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I sit down to play,

Hoping to escape from this cycle of sorrow,

The endless disappointments,

Angry feelings,

Bitter thoughts

 

I sit down to play,

And suddenly everything melts away

I walk through the door,

Seeking a cure,

Healing to renew my strength,

Beauty to dissolve my pain

 

I sit down to play,

I let my fingers guide me,

They take me far from here

I am no longer burdened,

I am light and wispy, like a cottonball

 

I sit down to play

All the pressure's gone,

Nothing left to hurt me,

Only notes to heal me,

As I envision the monarchs,

Flying high in the crystal blue sky.


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