What is there to sing?
This sont that whispers in my ear,
Tauntlingly echoing in my head,
Secretly wishing for me to release it,
The words coming to my mouth
Wanting to escape from its prison,
A candy-sweet melody running in my veins, The rythm running in my eart,
My hands betraying my body
Moving with the beat,
Breathing deeply beofre opening my mouth
The words tumbling
But never once stumbling,
My voice singing the tune
Matching my beating feet,
I ignore the stares as I sing out,
The song completely consuming me,
The song of me.
~Elle
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