Fatuous feelings

Music,
Has always been my way out,
I could sing the words,
That I’d never say aloud,
Hear my emotions,
In the words of another,
And wish,
I could express myself,
The way these other people seem to do,
For even though,
They come close,
They never really have hit the mark,
Of how I feel,
About so many things,
Like you or him,
I scavenge like a vulture,
Stealing lines from here and there,
Something that in some way,
I can use to compare,
What you are to me,
Or what he is to her,
Isn’t it ironic,
I use my characters,
To talk about how I feel about you,
But I know you see past,
The smoke screen I’ve created,
The one-way mirror,
The translucent wall I’ve fabricated,
You see past it,
And yet you still hold my hand,
You’re kinda insane,
But then again you are my soul mate,
So I guess that in some fucked up way,
Explains your erratic behavior,
That’s stuck in my brain,
Like an infinite refrain,
Of a song I want to play again,
And again.
Music,
It’s an easy escape,
When words I write can’t convey,
Words I say to you every day,
Oh and by the way,
This poem was for you k?

 

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