Coda
My heart pounds on to the beat of you
Guitar loving out to the skies of blue
Humming along to your sweetest lips
Electrify my tired soul to its fingertips
.
Piano keys press down on my soft skin
Music box tinkling lightly from within
Mellifluous voice calming my feelings
Fingers strumming to my heartstrings
.
You were never singing for me alone
Still, I never ceased the gramophone
Ever listening, even if I know all along
There comes a time to end your song.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry♠♠♠ La Douleur Exquise. French term, meaning: the exquisite pain of loving someone unattainable. ♠♠♠ Just one more hit and then we're through 'Cause you could never love me back Cut every tie I have to you 'Cause your love's a fucking drag... ♠♠♠
