Do you remember that heart breaking poem about how the music died?
Well the music has died.
It's died in me and I think it's died in you.
It's not my fault and it's definitely not yours,
But we both seem to want the blame.
I've been searching for that music
And the last time I even remember it
Was when it was curled up in your arms.
Or when all three of us awed at a starry night
Under a bare, black sky.
And when we drove for miles, searching for fun.
It was even there through our tears.
And it was there when we were done.
It was there.
I believe that the only reason we didn't see it
Was because we were in high school.
With our uncertainty raging
As well as our hormones.
We couldn't find the solutions for our problems,
Even with our high IQs and our flunk out grades.
And even though we were almost sure that we were adults,
We stil sat on our parents laps.
We just stopped suckling.
But to this day I still hold my mothers hand,
But now I know that I can let go.
Back then we believed that our parents held our music.
And that made you think they could control you,
And I thought so too.
But it hurt me and it hurt you.
So I let that music run away.
I sat there and I watched it as our hands came untied.
But I realize now that it ran away
Hand in hand
With the one who got away.
Because of my high school delinquencies
And my skewed perspectives,
I will never see that music again.
My soul it took with it,
And you took my heart.
So now all I am is a walking and talking carcass.
The only feeling I feel is pain,
And it no longer comes from my heart.
Oh no.
It comes from my brain.
So please.
I know that you aren't coming back
Because I threw you away.
But please don't take my music.
If you want to run,
Let it stay.
I need it.
With out it I'm not a person.
I'm just a human.
And it hurts to say
But I love my music.
Just not as much as I love
The one that got away.
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