I listen to the lyrics of the world,
damaged goods and sinners;
think,
"Why?
Why should I care about them;
about what's out there;
about me?"
Then I see you.
All alone, usually.
It makes a sad, sad elegy.
Even though you say,
"Relationships ****
I feel differently.
Ballads of love and unity are one of a kind,
conjuring sounds that make you even more euphoric when you talk your sweet talk,
and walk that confident yet conscious stride.
Will this ever be a love,
or will it be a tango of emotions mixed and tormenting?
It's estranging,
feeling this way,
writing of it.
But,
it feels right.
Desperate,
clingy and bizarre;
but right.
No matter what,
I listen to your songs,
in hopes that,
one day,
we'll create our own music.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
I listen to the lyrics of the world,
damaged goods and sinners;
think,
"Why?
Why should I care about them;
about what's out there;
about me?"
Then I see you.
All alone, usually.
It makes a sad, sad elegy.
Even though you say,
"Relationships ****
I feel differently.
Ballads of love and unity are one of a kind,
conjuring sounds that make you even more euphoric when you talk your sweet talk,
and walk that confident yet conscious stride.
Will this ever be a love,
or will it be a tango of emotions mixed and tormenting?
It's estranging,
feeling this way,
writing of it.
But,
it feels right.
Desperate,
clingy and bizarre;
but right.
No matter what,
I listen to your songs,
in hopes that,
one day,
we'll create our own music.
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