With Music
The reason I write is simple,
With words in real life I am crippled,
But when I sit down on my own time,
And sort out my thoughts to make them rhyme,
I can say what I meant to back then,
And release the words that went unsaid,
The thoughts in my head, are an organized mess,
The feelings in my chest, are something I can't express,
With music it makes sense.
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Hey there. My name's Cheyenne. Culinary arts major. I play guitar and write lyrical poetry. <3
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