Music is your needle

Music is your needle

A Poem by Beatrice Mars
"

The Dance is your Drug. (Going to steel your words)

"

Wow
Brilliance
(As usual)
(Hear the music)
Going to steal your line
(all your Words)
Going to hack into your
(Mind)
Account
And see what’s lying around
(feel the beat)
Going to steal all your words
 
I'm so happy
(Don't think it's for you)
Never For this
Never before
have I seen
(Feel the rhythm)
A moth in the moonlight)
the stars in the sky shield me
(Dandylonglegs)
Things in the night
So different in the day
Don't scare me now
(Hear the music)
(At least they shouldn't)
Now that I can see them
For what they truly are.
Need to steal your words
 
It's more scared of is than we are of it
(feel the beat)
yet you shy away more than me
In the morning
It won't be there
(it still is)
(Feel the Rhythm)
Sore eyes don't know
What to think
What they see
Is not
What was there
(I'm going to steal your words)
It's not there
(See the music)
I can't describe it
(I don't want to)
Some times there are no words
(See the beat)
Yours or mine
 
My skin is hot
My eyes are on fire
(with what I see)
But I feel as if I’m about to freeze
(See the rhythm)
You watch from afar
waiting to bring life
but I won't let you
I can do this on my own
Steel your words
 
Jump from a cliff
(The music)
Hold you hands over your
(Camera)
Face
(The Beat)
Sit on a wall like fairy
(the rhythm)
Happy like a fairy
(The music)
Walk away from me
(The Beat)
Pose for the Camera
(The Rhythm)
In one long line
(The music)
Play dress up
 
 
 
I'm going to hide now
 
 
 
From this Horrible Stench
 
 
(Hair Covers my eyes)
 
 
Going to run
 
To see the music
Going to dance to the music we see
Now
 
Sway
(Not much of a dance)
Jump
(Just a substitute)
Run his hands through her hair
(The music)
(She) Dance(s) with her boy
(He won't live long to enjoy it)
Hands on her hips
(The beat)
(With the loud music you see)
Her parents watch out
(The Rhythm)
(Stole my Words)
He whispers in her ear
Music has that Rhythm
Music has that beat
Just keep on dancing
(The music)
We could sleep all day (we don't need sleep) and dance all night.
(The Beat)
The dance is your drug and the music is your needle
(Just keep moving)
(The Rhythm)
(Escapism)
(The music)
You've got to keep going
(The beat)
You've already left this life
(The Rhythm)
to dance the world away
(The Music)
But what happens when they stop the music?
The Beat
The Rhythm

© 2008 Beatrice Mars


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:0 wow
I think this might be my favourite... after anti-septic tears.


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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