I listen to excerpts,
From songs I don’t know,
Bits and fragments,
Pieces of a whole show.
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I’m not sure,
Just what I’m missing,
Perhaps it’s a feeling,
Or early morning kissing.
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These words fill me up,
Decorate my very soul,
Removing splinters,
And making me feel whole.
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I’m not sure,
If it’s just a facade,
Or if some kind of God,
Is offering a kind gesture or nod.
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But these parts and pieces,
Continually evade me,
Just another beautiful part,
Of a lovely symphony.