there are days when I feel
as if I am a lonely interlude
squeezed between
the verses of your life
a mere intermission
lacking depth and tone
drawing out perfection
into a careless medley
i struggle to be heard
over the nymphs and sirens
who gloriously sing
the sweet melody of your name
but the harder I try
the deeper my voice cracks
twisting lyrics into
desperate cries for attention
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
there are days when I feel
as if I am a lonely interlude
squeezed between
the verses of your life
a mere intermission
lacking depth and tone
drawing out perfection
into a careless medley
i struggle to be heard
over the nymphs and sirens
who gloriously sing
the sweet melody of your name
but the harder I try
the deeper my voice cracks
twisting lyrics into
desperate cries for attention
