One strum of the guitar,
you caught my eyes.
Deep in your iris,
I see myself living in paradise.One more strum,
and you started to hum.
No one understand because there's no lines,
but I unknowingly I cried.
Something pierced through my heart,
your voluptuous voice,
stole an arrow from cupid's hands.You got the smoothest melody,
so gentle, I can no longer control my body.
Your music made me like Alice,
lost in the wonderland of my own day dream.You're in the middle part,
I'm in the breaking part!
I have mistakenly see falling rocks as stars.
Reality strike you are singing a duet song
but I don't have the other mic.Few more lines,
your song is done.
I opt to listen as you give your final notes.
For last minutes, the pitch is getting higher
it's insane but I will bear
before I totally cover my ears from your bewitching voice.It's gone,
the music is gone
my illusion has to stop.I'm about to turn my earphone on.
when you started strumming and making lilting tones,
you making my world small,
freezing all my bones,
as you go nearer and louder.How would I escape from this spell?
Maybe I should delete you completely in my playing list,
or stop putting meaning on your seducing music
YOU ARE READING
Hang - Leave
PoetryHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎