Dreams of Naughty-ness

There are things I feel that I don’t know, that I can’t name, that are there, just below the surface.

Music gives them a voice, makes them heard, forces me to listen. There are songs that make you think of that special person you have in your life. If you don’t have one, of whom do you think? Or do you just smile at the sentiment?

What happens when you’re not supposed to feel a particular way about a person? Do those songs bring them to mind?

I have thoughts in my head, I can’t speak them because they scare me. I can’t speak them because I’d rather they weren’t true. I can’t speak them because they just might be.

I wish I had a heart of stone.


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