I can't face myself in the mirror. I'm afraid to look back at my life and find only regrets. Like a book, page to page scribbled in wrinkles and crow's feet. So I sing to myself when I'm alone, to fill the lull, the fearful silence that beguiles reflection. And lest music and words seep away from life's reservoir, dry up.
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Love - a serenade for the soul we are blessed with. Yet, I have forgotten the melody. As a broken piano, tuneless.
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Every time, a warmth would swell from the chest. A tiny tremor, as songs from my youth are played. More than pleasant tunes, lyrics and pure sentimentality, they are like pockets of treasured memories.
2 comments:
so well written :) a sad tale perhaps, but i feel happy reading.
Don emo leh... *hugz*
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