There is certain music I hear
Where I can feel
My life bleeding from
My ears
As it hits its first note
As it gets stronger
My heart picks up
Body begins to shake
Eyes begin to leak
Still waiting for your thumb
To find my cheek
Break the wake
But they just sit
Upon my nose
Dripping to my lips
Making me choke
On all of these memories
Of us
Feelings
That those thousands of
notes fucking evoke
Making thankful I'm worn oak
As I slowly
Disintegrate into smoke
©lunabrosla
L