Headphone Days
I think music slides between my ribs,
Like nothing else can.
It fills those cracks,
Goes between the lines,
Crosses when I can’t,
And is waiting for me as I walk my bridges.
The beauty, I think
Is how I don’t feel alone,
When I’m in my own little world.
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Beautiful. ❤
Conjures and radiates thoughts of lazy Sundays and times to sit and ponder. Thank you for this!