i found pieces of you in every song i listened to
your name was pounding beneath the bass line
your touch flared between the chords
our love was wedged inside the lyrics
but then we became a tangled maze of candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off
and you were always the one who penned the lyrics of our song
serenading me with a sweet, paradoxical symphony
now there aren't enough lyrics to explain this feeling
there aren't enough melodies to sing our song
there aren't enough harmonies to stop us from sounding atonal
yet i still find pieces of you in every song i listen to
YOU ARE READING
Small Talk
Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
