Nov 2015
A
broken record
melodiously repeating
the same phrase
to a constant rhythm:
“I love you”
“I love you,”
And
a timid ear eager
in pace to halt the
sounds of the music’s
delicate reassurance
broken record
melodiously repeating
the same phrase
to a constant rhythm:
“I love you”
“I love you,”
And
a timid ear eager
in pace to halt the
sounds of the music’s
delicate reassurance
I wish this poem would have never been written, because I can't stomach feeling distant from my lover.
