i wished i learned
how to let go
from the get go
because i wouldn’t
have changed faces
like a gecko.
her body was temple,
i painted art deco.
i fell for her tempo,
it resonates like an echo.
i trembled at her tone,
yet her treble alone
could break any heart
made of stone.
she’s known
to play her part,
she’s shown
she can master it.
she'll hit every note,
she’s drop dead
accurate.
© Matthew Harlovic
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
i wished i learned
how to let go
from the get go
because i wouldn’t
have changed faces
like a gecko.
her body was temple,
i painted art deco.
i fell for her tempo,
it resonates like an echo.
i trembled at her tone,
yet her treble alone
could break any heart
made of stone.
she’s known
to play her part,
she’s shown
she can master it.
she'll hit every note,
she’s drop dead
accurate.
© Matthew Harlovic
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