music of the circumstancesA Poem by Ariana PapastergiouThis is part of the love collection, but to be honest, I do not remember the number of the poem. It could be the seventh poem,but does it really matter? Enjoy.-the music of the circumstances- When the notes are moaning in my ear, I escape in your voice which, with its bass and sultryness leads me to a ballroom of bliss and dances me to the spanish tango When the guitars are screaming, I wish for you to show me kindness, for you to tell me that there is some left in a world of rage and theft of human compassion When the riff becomes unbearable, I' d kill for your control I'd want to be played like an instrument under your skilful fingers and forget about the melancholy of the late hours When the drums get dangerous like bombs I fight wars in my mind with your vigor Wars that noone can see except in my eyes, which mirror the combat inside When the jazz singer breathes the words I hear your laughter and that's a blessing because I don' t always long for silence but rather a beautiful noise When violins begin to cry I try to adopt your optimism for my pesimism has graduated to a black, vicious, void hole that feeds off my good traits more often than not I cope with the insanity of living every day, with every nerve I have Every nerve you set afire with your music © 2018 Ariana PapastergiouAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 13, 2018 Last Updated on January 13, 2018 AuthorAriana PapastergiouAthens, GreeceAboutName's Ariana / 18 years alive, bothering everyone / dances in public areas if the music is good / writes stuff that probably no one understands / draws sketches to calm down / adores Shakespeare and .. more..Writing
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