an inconsequential lyric battles an annoyingly catchy tune and I'm reminded of you this was our song baby three minutes of tortuous heartbreak memory stew this actually used to make me smile before memories shelved come tumbling down like tomes from a bookcase we built with our glue that couldn't even keep us together I was never honest with you baby I only ever liked rock n' roll
She sat there plucking bits out of the long grass in her hand The wind ruffled her hair, lifting her eyelashes to the majestic view of the sunflower meadow The sun setting had made a dark scarlet and purple hue in the sky The birds retreating back to their nests Over with their daily hunt for food, and singing their melodies She sang her own song and whistled to the tune of the birds Her eyes sparkling from the last rays of sun, she closed her eyes Laying her head on the soft grass, she dozed into the night of stars
I'm falling asleep ,for a magical tune🎼🌌 A tune have a lot of secrets A tune tune have an untold story A tune have a great mystery A tune have a silent pain A tune have an endless love And I'm falling asleep ,for a magical tune🎼🌌
Strum me like a string with the coarse tune of your laughter, embrace me like the quill that you use to write with a paper. as I lie awake; reminiscing the times we've had together, a ticking time slowly pacing from one way to another; a kiss from the wind; leaving one's heart lost in constant blunder.
Twitter: @JoRaika Balak - A Bisaya Poem. (NOT A BISAYA POEM, BUT I USUALLY WRITE IN VERNACULAR)