Okay, so it's technically already the seventh but I haven't gone to bed yet, so this counts.
My heart is an accordion
Inside it's many folds
are notes
from past lovers
one says
"I told you I loved you, i promise I didn't mean it"
one says
"why are you such a cold hearted *****
and one says
"you give the worlds best back rubs"
together, these notes don't amount to much
they would make a ****** poem
a reflection on my innocence of how
to untangle the functionality of a relationship
a perfect precise image of my attempts
to figure out
how to be
and how to be with someone
I still can't figure it out.
But the thing about accordions is,
they sound beautiful with others
but just as awkward and lovely alone.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 4:37 AM UTC
Okay, so it's technically already the seventh but I haven't gone to bed yet, so this counts.
My heart is an accordion
Inside it's many folds
are notes
from past lovers
one says
"I told you I loved you, i promise I didn't mean it"
one says
"why are you such a cold hearted *****
and one says
"you give the worlds best back rubs"
together, these notes don't amount to much
they would make a ****** poem
a reflection on my innocence of how
to untangle the functionality of a relationship
a perfect precise image of my attempts
to figure out
how to be
and how to be with someone
I still can't figure it out.
But the thing about accordions is,
they sound beautiful with others
but just as awkward and lovely alone.
