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Rhapsodies

December 19, 2014
By Amber Siples BRONZE, Lexington, Kentucky
Amber Siples BRONZE, Lexington, Kentucky
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The symphonies of the night

Played by itching fingers

Crawling tot the window

The open-minded being the staff of the moments

Notes are placed like thoughts on lips

A song once anticipated became

Overplayed

And routined

An off-key memory

 

Dizzy hurricane

Blinded by pride

Filled up with lyrics

Never to be followed with a melody

A song without bass

Made the high-riff driven creation

A sea storm of confusion,

A weary wish to see daylight once again

 

A plague formed in the absence

Fingers didn't long to harmonize

The shrilling silence

Once filled by a philharmonic presence

Moved from the backseat

To the frozen sheets,

Oh god I'm sick of sleeping

Alone.


The author's comments:

Inspired by Backseat Serenade by All Time Low


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