Black ink marks up the pages of my life,
the lines are as important as the white.
White spaces hold my future and my strife,
those things that are not yet within my sight.
Bass clef brings in the lows, the flats, the cries,
the sorrowful, grievous harmonies;
the chords diminished help display the lies:
deceptive thougts escape the lock and key.
The treble gets to keep the points so high:
our laughter-sweetened melodies of joy.
Adventures' notes are soaring through the sky
and major thirds with justice strike down ploys.
My life is but a complex music score
whose notes have kept me living evermore.
-Samantha
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