《Poetry; Sure It May Hurt》No worries.
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Biting the skin around your nails.
Anxiously waiting.
Eyes leering in the night.
For the time being, always on you.
You should leave. Get off of the street.
What were you waiting for again?
Ah, can't remember I see?
So why are you still here In this city full of livelihood and tragedy?
Go home. Relax. Close your eyes just for tonight.
At least try.
Go to the peaceful times where the piano plays you a beautiful song goodnight.
The only place you've known peaceful in this world of chaos.
Even in your mind the only thing that calms it running till 5.
The calming, beautiful music.
It tells you stories of not your own.
For you only wish how you could go to these places fair and kind, worldwide.
Music helps you understand the feelings that you don't.
At times its the only thing worth feeling. The music and how it plays you stories of others you'd wish you'd known.
But here in this place and time is alright. Its alright, for you have everything you need. Though you do wonder why you should feel the way you do when you have everything right in front of you.
We shall figure that out together along the road my dear.
Just rest your eyes. Just for tonight. Have no worries even in the daylight.
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