• champagnesupernova 165w

    dent.

    to see you dance
    i shall clap like
    a thundercloud
    tonight.

    you, poor soul,
    forgot what
    music felt like to the
    ears that once only went to
    sleep to a familiar
    lullaby.

    you deserve everything that
    was sung to set
    your soul
    on fire.

    and with it
    you must
    make yourself count.

    put a
    dent on the
    mundanity
    of the world which
    takes every chance
    to tell you

    that you occupy too
    much space.

    ©champagnesupernova