This is a sound roar of my regret composed song
Punctuated by jots of self loath with no end
Stringing together broken feelings never expressed
Yearning for this passion to flow down a slop of your warmth
Though fueled with a strong desire for compassion
And powered by the great need for presence
Utterances never roll easy to this tongue of mine
These are the rhythms of a sad heart beating
A heart that grows fonder, still yearning that feeling
A feeling for effect, creating my sad sounding story
A perfect story, marred by a bundle of diffidence
All I throw is satire, the irony makes it bearable
But the song is more, b'coz the heart wants much more
And to say it my tongue just simply rolls over.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 4:09 AM UTC
This is a sound roar of my regret composed song
Punctuated by jots of self loath with no end
Stringing together broken feelings never expressed
Yearning for this passion to flow down a slop of your warmth
Though fueled with a strong desire for compassion
And powered by the great need for presence
Utterances never roll easy to this tongue of mine
These are the rhythms of a sad heart beating
A heart that grows fonder, still yearning that feeling
A feeling for effect, creating my sad sounding story
A perfect story, marred by a bundle of diffidence
All I throw is satire, the irony makes it bearable
But the song is more, b'coz the heart wants much more
And to say it my tongue just simply rolls over.