So what do you do when your everything is weary
(and you don't know why—or even if you do)—
When the songs won't come and the piano refuses to echo your soul
When the words won't flow and the lyrics refuse to spill out your thoughts
When the notes won't sing and the harmonies refuse to run across the page
You just keep singing
You just keep writing
You just keep setting the lines to melody
And hope
And pray
For light
The short answer is: you write emo poetry.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem. Honest. Real. Good.
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