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March 18, 2021 by thewashingteenian

by Sophie Lucas

Why isn’t music louder

Why doesn’t it echo through my brain

Making me intoxicated off the notes 

Wrapping around my brain eating away at my thoughts

Flowing into my lungs like silk

Making me choke with its melodies

I want to drink it like whiskey

Burning down my throat

I’ll drink bottled love if I can’t make my own

I want the rhymes to wrap around my body

Consume me

Seducing me with hope

Why can’t music fill me with ecstasy

Kiss me on the neck 

Make me only be filled with bliss

Why can’t it stop me from thinking?

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