Hi everyone ,
Here is a poem about my pair of watermelon pick headphones.
Hope you enjoy 🙂
My headphones are weapons,
in a battle for happiness.
A bright shade of watermelon pink,
it is my refuge after a bad day.
The beats hold my hand,
acting as a balm for my heart.
Deep pulsing notes filter through the speakers,
allowing me to pretend I am somewhere else,
lost in the wilderness of soaring notes and riffs.
Its plush cushions allow me to block out,
the voices in my head.
Filling my ears with a harmony so raw and powerful,
making my soul sing and my heart fly.
triumphant and joyous.
Lyrics and harmonies swirl,
ebbing and flowing like waves.
I am invincible,
untouchable in a world of music.