The Meaning of Music

When in Love

Brittany Trexler
Each note strikes me like a memory
A dreamy, slowly fading memory
Brought back to life by the sound
And hitting me like the brightest red
In a simple, black and white world
Each is a song of its own
Echoing beautifully through my ears
They are strung together on a velvet chord
With the clasp properly closed,
So it stays about my neck
And the sounds can drift up and into my mind
Replaying our moments over and over again
I find us in all the words
Making it impossible to stop thinking of you
Yes, it is true; I miss you

Published by Brittany Trexler

I am a hopeful writer and an avid reader whether that is books, articles, or blogs. I spend a large portion of my day browsing the internet and learning new things ranging from politics to video games to wri...  View profile

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