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Music pulsed all around,
Beckoning, calling, with it's sweet, rippling sound.
Stirring my soul, drawing me close,
Gently pulling as I slowly rose.
I walked to the edge of what I once knew,
Taking no heed as my heart suddenly flew.
The world around me instantly turned black;
I knew that from now on there was no going back,
But I no longer cared,
For the music he and I shared
Had turned me away
So long ago from the light of day.
My song belonged to the night,
And no longer did my soul know of fright.
Beckoning, calling, with it's sweet, rippling sound.
Stirring my soul, drawing me close,
Gently pulling as I slowly rose.
I walked to the edge of what I once knew,
Taking no heed as my heart suddenly flew.
The world around me instantly turned black;
I knew that from now on there was no going back,
But I no longer cared,
For the music he and I shared
Had turned me away
So long ago from the light of day.
My song belonged to the night,
And no longer did my soul know of fright.
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Again, this is what happens when I listen to showtunes when I write. I end up writing another poem based off of a song! This could be taken to be Christine's mind in Phantom of the Opera, from the end of "The Mirror" into the title song. Or, it could be taken a completely different way (because keep in mind that I never mentioned an Angel or Phantom of any kind... ugh, rhymed again...).
And no, it is not me! I love music, but not to this extent!
Done in 3 minutes.
And no, it is not me! I love music, but not to this extent!
Done in 3 minutes.
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I really like this. As you know, I don't say that stuff often, so yeah...
It made me feel calm.
It made me feel calm.