La La La

Whenever my heart frowns

whenever my brows furrow

I turn to singing.

 

Something about belting

something about songs

gets my mood skyrocketing.

 

I love the high ones the most

I love them in times of suffering

While I am down, they are uplifting.

 

Away with the notes, goes my sadness

Away with the notes, goes my rage

As I welcome good vibes with my singing.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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