Poem - Spanish Class by NatyC

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Poems

- Spanish Class
- Harvest
- Theory of Intolerance
- Bottled Up Inside

Spanish Class

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by NatyC

She goes on and on
Loves to hear herself talk
Thinking we do too.
Im not there though
Im in the rapture of Guns N Roses,
Im knocking on heavens door
Intensely wrapped in the music
No one else can hear.
Im playing,
But my hand doesnt touch a string.
I feel,
Listen,
But do not hear.
My mind alone manages to reproduce
The ecstasy of music,
And I let myself be carried away.
Knock knock knocking on heavens door

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