Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2021
A long tattered night,
Cursive moonlight shines.
Each word is muddled,
Forming granite tears.

My heart beats in fourths,
Tapping my pen in thirds,
Forming a waltz of emotions,
As all my notes unfold.

Paper-thin melodies,
When will the crescendo end?
Scribble then scramble,
The words fade into dissonance.

They say that its just noise...
The chords I am mouthing,
Is nothing but rambling.
My heart's chorus never came.

All the grinded words,
Leave ink-stained falsities.
An amalgamation of fantasy,
Would it answer my plight?
Written by
Cedric  24/M/General Trias, Cavite, PH
(24/M/General Trias, Cavite, PH)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems