This isn't really a poem, this is more like my creatively rambling on about something. Enjoy anyway.
Some people sing because its fun
Some because they are forced to
Yet others still because they have nothing to do
I sing for reasons entirely different
I sing when I am inspired
I sing when I need to escape
There is something nearly magical
About the fact that you can open your mouth
And let the music over take you
And empty your lungs and cleanse mind and body
Some people love because its cool
Because other people are doing it
I love because something inside me
Tells me that I have to
That if I don't, I won't survive
Sometimes I don't even think
My heart cares if the other person loves me
As long as I love that person it is happy
Other times it threatens to tear me apart
Piece by piece
If that person doesn't say they love me
I don't think it understands
I can't control other people
But despite this, I still keep it
What else is a person to do
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