I will play for you a
Slow symphony
Can you hear the violins
Seemingly crying
This sonnet has turned
Into something much more
Pain is not beauty
It's a sour note in a sweet song
How can I be sure
That the music won't fade
Where is the melody
Coming from, anyway
I'm telling you
Romantic is not my style
All the emotions still flow
But with no order to put them in
I will play for you
A slow symphony
That matches the tempo of my heart
Slow and unsteady
Wavering
And then gone

I just don’t to understand
You’re made of entire galaxies
I’m barely a crack in the sidewalk
You could hold me in one hand
I could never hold you in my arms

Your smile
Reminds me of
Music
A beautiful
Melody
And I wish I could
Put it on replay
So I could listen to it
When you’re not around

People think I’m poetic
They see me as a troubled soul
Who bleeds ink
From torn up veins
Metaphors painted on endless pages
Dripping from my lips
People think I’m poetic
But I’m just a ****** up kid
With a large vocabulary

This year
I managed to get up off the floor
I think that’s a pretty big step
I can’t wait ‘til next year

Ten beers
Six shots
And a pack of smokes later
I’m still just sitting here
Staring at my lap
Trying to remember
How your hand felt
When I held it in mine