We made music
And even though
Our records aren't broken
Just scratched
The music isn't the same
In the morning
The record player needs fixing
The needle is skipping again
Especially on my favourite part
When you say how much
You love me
And I say how much
I love you
I mean, the record plays
But it's muffled
Covered up
Fuzzy
And when I turn up the volume
It's just noise
We can buy a new machine
We can make new records
But we need to fix the old ones first
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryPoetry written on the daily life of a teenage girl. Feb. 23, 2019 - #2 in #welding Feb. 25, 2019 - #1 in #welding April 8, 2019 - #207 in #afraid April 15, 2019 - #192 in #alone June 17, 2019 - #84 in #growingup June 17, 2019 - #94 in #goodbye June...
