writing

Our Melodies

The notes,

And melodies,

Of your delicate soul erupted

In symphonies, I could

Listen to

On repeat forever.

 

The songs,

Played over,

And over again until,

The notes were scrawled

In permanent ink

On my pallid skin.

 

The words,

Poured out,

In sentences and phrases,

That I’d keep and come,

To find would

Forever define Us.

 

We coupled

The words

To produce stanzas and lines,

That could never be lost

Even if we lost

Sight of each other.

 

 

photo credits: pinterest

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