I love to hear people sing.
Their emotions flowing from their mouths to my waiting ears, Vocalizing their pain, their joy, The light and dark melodies. Writing is like music, Although I can't sing as well, I can paint a picture of what I feel, By using words, words who have always enthralled me. Like music, you might not like my style, And that's ok, But at the heart of my star, I write for me, not you. Although if you like what I have to say, What I sing with my pen, Then I will embrace you, And listen to you sing. They say that I listen to too much music, And that I need to settle on one type, But what I like changes every day. And I see the beauty in all of it. Beethoven's 14th flows through my fingers like water, But I still love Panic! and Amy, Never forgetting to make time for Lorde and for Disney music. You might not get it, but that's ok. I personally don't like rap. Even if we don't speak the same language, I can still feel the melodies flowing past me, Beating inside me alongside my heart.
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