Swaying softly, All emotions spent, Kept within the music, As if only "they" knew what I meant. In front of my face, Lost to my touch, A weeping sound, A feeling of such. A twisting tempo, Invasion of my side, It flows for a moment, Like a long, jello-spewed ride. There was a light, Calling my name, Outstreached arms, Waiting for my embrace. Only this time, I fought to subside, Keeping my feelings, Tucked safe inside. It draws me back, Calming me now, It's arms wrapped around, Evaporating each and every frown. One finger I feel, On the surface of my skin, Tracing my sweat, As it falls, Over and over again. I inhale, A deep breath of reality, Something has guided me here, Back to the brink of insanity...
Reason for writing:
The music of Pink Floyd...what it does to me.
Birth sign: Gemini
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