It's a broken record
Stuck on repeat,
Bouncing every chord
Along an uneven beat.
It's the thumping bass in your feet
Harmony soaring up above,
Veins filled with the rapid beat,
But this was never love.
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
