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Depression is like a record player
With a new record every week
and it’s always scratched
Right at the saddest chorus
With all the saddest chords
Those who never pleased the lord
Dear Julia,
My mind
It is a broken record
Of that one moment
The moment I saw you
And realized
I was in love with my best friend
You are the soundtrack of my life.
And even though I am unable
To rewind,
I play in my head,
Over and over,
The quirky voicemails you leave me.
I wake with passionI wake with actions,my everlasting fire ignites from laughing.
I hope not to covet, butto endorse my dreams and love itto improve things that bring joy like choice and less judgement.
Take Me Away
To somewhere new and familiar
A place without judgment or fear
A place to express the self
Take Me Away
Where I can dance to the beat
Let the notes flow through
Sometimes, I wish you could see me;
have a video tape recording that you watched
at the end of every day,
that played out the events of my day to day life
like a movie