I start my life out clean, fresh, and all set
I step in to the ordinary
I step out of the old.
Because I decided to let it run through;
the pain
for it is the only familar taste
that trickles onto my tongue.
It's the same song,
a fortune–
the rhythm that lays me down
and lets the face of the concrete to slowly
dettach my skin from this foreign body.
It's the same song
I sang to you
when you told me
that no one can hear my song.
It's the same song
I sang to you
when you told me
that you can't hear my song.
It's the same song
I cried to
when you left me
here
all alone
in my own body.
A body that wasn't a fortune,
a body that didn't have a symphony.
A body that wasn't mine.
Is that why you left?
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
