Tender

Yorke

Truth falls delicately from my bones,
the core of me is beautiful,
the shell is not so easy to love.

Not everyone "gets" our music,
but I do,
every beat is my heart.
I blow your speakers.
Voices are broken.

My cymbals are waves, crashing on beaches of memories.
The drums are a thunder, made louder by my bass,
it takes me lower than I care to go.
It is the cymbals that I love,
their waves wash me clean,

but some things never wash away,
tales best kept for a darker day.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2015 02:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • sonnetelectric7413

    Just pure greatness Ur great !

  • Yorke

    Thank you very much for such kind words.



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