let me drown in the music, watch as my eardrums ring with the clamor, is it the chorus or the never-ending echo, i have no clue;
let me drown under the ice, watch as i dive in with no fear, is it burning or freezing inside, i'll never be certain;
let me drown twice, blast ballads as i hold my breath, crank them louder, wait for me to resurface, wait for an eternity in the cold;
when they find me a snowflake queen, remind them to give me blue headphones in my wake, at my wake.
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Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry