Our Song
Complete the patterns in my head.
Lift my spirit's heavy lead.
A simple chord progression, dear,
is all I really need to hear.
So, with mellifluous thoughts convey
the hope found in another day.
Let bass and treble caress and feel.
Please, make lonely daydreams real.
Repeat the chorus,
flow through the bridge.
Satisfy my synapses
eager itch.
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ty.ferg
I'm from South Dakota and I love poetry. In every spare moment I am composing lines to new works in my head, and I am always working to gain inspiration from everything around me. I play the piano, guitar, ukulele, banjo, and percussion. I love to draw and I love anything that involves zombies. Someday I will see the world.
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