Each melody's righteous vowels
Overlaps with every others
Until their shared need
Lives singular and rapturous.
If I could have one wish -
It would be the ability to rewire.
The saline I find myself in is old.
Unchosen.
Needy,
Sharp,
Just too loud really.
There was a song I was supposed to hear a long time ago -
But now I have to write like I know it by heart.
Every night is eaten away waxing poetic,
Crafting lyrics to the empty space where music is supposed to live.
It isn't lost on me that every verse concerns the chorus,
Each chorus - the lack of score.
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Author:
Quemis (
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wonderfully intertwined metaphors, I like its stubborn unwillingness to give-in to a melodic rhythm, instead choosing to prioritise stanza's shaped by the emotions of the words they contain,
good write
Thank you. I usually am a slave to bounce, but was in quite the mood last night. When am I not in one come to think on it...
anyways - thank you very much.
Means alot.
I liked your poem very much.
Thank you.
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