Maybe we're an unfinished song
That never worked because the lyrics were written wrong
The music and beat might be the greatest
But it's devastating for anyone to hear it
There's a sudden malfunction during production
Distorted audio when they play
Screamings of our lungs while the sadness tensions
Making every sound, the sound of the waves
How far is too long?
When we are the melancholy song
The sound is enough to make anyone shed a tear
Music people shouldn't hear
YOU ARE READING
for the betterment of us
PoetryIt will always be for the betterment of us. Every poem is.
