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That Music
Mama, if you only knew
The things that music's put me through
You'd take this grown girl in your arms
And rock her soul to sleep.
You'd take back all those lullabies
The ones you sang to dry my eyes
I guess you never knew those songs would one day make me weep.
Rhythms round my heart
Looking for the words that rhyme
I write it down and hope
I'll find it all in time
That gift, that curse you gave to me
Will one day see me dead
'Cause, Mama, I can't get that music
Out of my head.
The things that music's put me through
You'd take this grown girl in your arms
And rock her soul to sleep.
You'd take back all those lullabies
The ones you sang to dry my eyes
I guess you never knew those songs would one day make me weep.
Rhythms round my heart
Looking for the words that rhyme
I write it down and hope
I'll find it all in time
That gift, that curse you gave to me
Will one day see me dead
'Cause, Mama, I can't get that music
Out of my head.
Published 27th Feb 2014
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Anonymous
27th Feb 2014 3:27am
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27th Feb 2014 11:29pm
Thanks for the feedback. I appreciate it. I read "Poor Baby" and liked it. Creative scenario, just the right amount of wondering, torture and betrayal. A pouting Baby was quite the vision. Please read my poem "Necromancer" and offer some feedback.
27th Feb 2014 4:56pm
14th Dec 2014 11:36am
