Sonata of Confusion

August 11, 2017

Blood spent on nothing.

Hearts beating for something.

All jumbled in my head.

Wrapped in insecurity.

These words are like

Music.

A vibrant sonata,

Of clashing emotions.

My electronic keyboard,

Making more than just words on a blank page

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