I prefer subtle chords over the vulgarity of words.
Orchestral lullabies are where I feel comfortable,
Hidden melancholy inside each parcel,
All whispering a melodious tune.
Instead of wearing my heart on my sleeve,
I wear it as a necklace under lock and key,
Where every sentiment stated is a pearl,
And I wouldn't have enough for a string.
I've been on vocal rest for far too long,
My gears are beginning to rust,
And I lack the skills needed to oil these springs.
Let me practice my lyrics in silence
And trust that my aria is never sung.
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An Ode to Muses to Kalliope
PoetryThis poetry collection explores regret, isolation, philosophy, with a sprinkling of guilt. Historical references are encouraged! If you're just going through the motions of life, whether it be blissful or difficult, these poems are great companions...
