Music
When we first met,
you would make sounds that I couldn’t understand ,
but they’d always make me fall asleep.
We grew up into love,
and you were my only escape.
You had different faces,
but every one of them was sublime.
Eventually we worked together
and made love,
love that no one would discriminate against.
We will grow old,
and I do pray that you will go on when I pass,
and find someone who was lost just like I was
when you would watch me sleep.
By:Jasmine Brooks
This poem is wonderful. What I especially like about this poem is how the subjects seems to slowly change over time. Love is a great topic and I am excited you choose to write about it. Great concept and inspiration
ReplyDeleteJaz, this poem is written perfectly. I love the way you personified music to seem like a real, live person. Before I noticed the title, I thought it was about a person!
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