RecordsA Poem by theshygirlRecords
Let’s listen to those old
records. To those who remind me of
you. Let’s listen to those
amazing chords. That represent us two.
Life has a surface noise
just like the records. We are listening to. Once a scratch is made it is
impossible to undo.
And when you listen to it. You remember what you have
got. And when you listen to it. You still feel the
affection. And when you listen to it. You know it is not a
distraction.
You still keep that record
with the imperfection. Even though you do not
listen to it a lot. It’s still the most
important piece of your collection.
And when you listen to it. You remember what you have
got. And when you listen to it. You still feel the
affection. And when you listen to it. You know it is not a
distraction Not anymore.
© 2015 theshygirlAuthor's Note
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