#Poetry: The Music She

Sometimes, I want to take music
In my arms
And give her a big hug.
Sometimes, I want to cradle her
In my arms,
Crying tears of joy.
Other times, I want to run to the bathroom
And do a happy dance with her
All by myself.
Oh, I wish I could dance.

but music says she doesn’t care.

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