Maria Anderson

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Marian Anderson (February 27, 1897 – April 8, 1993) was an African-American contralto and one of the most celebrated singers of the twentieth century. Music critic Alan Blyth said "Her voice was a rich, vibrant contralto of intrinsic beauty." Most of her singing career was spent performing in conce…

Sometimes I sit think
And I end up in a spiral of things
Is this world one where we should love?
Where the murderers lurk, and you don't know who's above?
Love is a hormone, so why is it still here?
I've grown out of these things, that I used to keep near
I don't remember a time I think
where a relationship I loved didn't stink
and even if we loved, and i was glad to have had the chance to love, shes gone and there's no one that remains
the left overs of my heart is left wandering in stains
she was my one,
we only get one you see
I was younger to think we'd get two, or three
I don't think about love as a single blocked off road, not anymore.
I've just left open any car door.
She was my one,
and now shes with another someone
And im left back in my spiral
I'm left in my shell