Come, Lover
Sing me a song
Of how you escaped the ***** throng
Release the haze
Of memories erased
They will one way or another
Patiently impulsively appear
So release them to a flavor dear
Into me
Come, Lover
Sing me a song
They will one way or another
Deceptively appear
Like bugs on a windshield
Unseen until splattered across your vision
So let me see
Let me focus
Come, lover
Sing me a song
There’s no choir here
No piano to steer
The symphony
Into harmony
Devoid of melody
For the solo is yours
And yours alone
So come, Lover
Sing me a song
And be lifted above your weighted wrongs
The world will always eavesdrop on the songs you sing, and the world will inevitably judge you. Sing anyway.