MusicA Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.This poem is about how music makes eveything better cuz it sure did for me! Its actually one of my personal favorites you should give it a read!Melody flies over my skin It prickles and flows
I feel the itch
The music is beauty Pure But almost never seen
Only those truly deserving Understand what I mean
How can it lie Pretend, seek to mend All you've thought long broken After all those fake loves have taken
It didn't It's all you I hate that, I hate you
But still I thank you For without the sorrow You brought to my soul
I'd never have needed music To make it whole © 2012 Emily Dickinson Jr.Reviews
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25 Reviews Added on July 30, 2012 Last Updated on December 13, 2012 AuthorEmily Dickinson Jr.FLAboutIm just a highschool girl. Writing is my hobby and I think Im fairly good at it but I leave you to be the judge of that. :-) my best short stories are: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poisinros.. more..Writing
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