That Song

That Song short poem

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1,000 memories come rushing at me,
when I hear the melody and feel the beat of the drums.

When I hear the poetry, and the love within the lyrics…
when the guitar is being strummed.

For anyone else, it’s just another song,
Just another way for someone to show their heart.
And for me – it’s a reminder.
A reminder of everything before it all went wrong.

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I am currently just a 17 year old, senior in high school, who uses poetry as an outlet for the good and the bad of my reality. I write to forget and I write to remember. I'm inspired by so many things, whether it be music, lyrics, poetry, stories, or experiences of mine or others. I just hope that one day my poetry can speak to someone the way many poets works have spoken to me. With that being said, I hope you guys enjoy my poems!
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J.rid
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Ah so true music brings memories happy and sad.

Nakshatra Verma
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I’m in love with your poems

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