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Music

Music

I used to love music,
The way it read my mind,
How it touched my heart,
As they sang every line.

I used to love music,
It was how my day would start,
Resounding through the air,
It would help me not fall apart.

I used to love music,
How it listened to my feelings,
Making me feel safe,
For it was my healing.

But silence creeped in,
And before i knew it music was gone,
Now no one listens,
I am alone.

I used to love music,
How it would speak my every thought,
But now i have silence,
I have been caught.

Silence only listens leaving me be,
Now fighting with my demons,
They won't let me flee.

I wish i had music,
It was my best friend,
But i followed silence,
My will seemed to bend.

The fact that i am lonely,
And i can not escape,
Seemed to seal my lips,
As i realized its to late.

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi breakfree, loved this lines 
"I wish i had music,
It was my best friend,
But i followed silence,
My will seemed to bend."
warm regards.

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Tony Taylor

Hey BREAKFREE!!....I very much enjoyed the way you centralized music here!!...... it really does have a way of being universally healing...... the soundtrack to a persons life and as the universal language..... it shows its loving face to each of us in its own magical way!!.....ALL STARS!!.....a very compelling piece sweet poetess!!....... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?☀✴✳

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Gayle McMillan

I saw a contrast of light and dark- fighting for the spotlight and saw that silence won for the moment- but music will once again enter your world! 

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