Rhythm and Blues
The memory of you still bugs me
like a broken melody playing on repeat
and though it used to sound like a dream
I now long for it to end its sad rhythm:
Your song takes me to cloud of blues
where every note stings on my chest;
where every verse reminds me of you
and how our love became such a mess
But I now to crave to taste its end point
where to listen no longer hurts the same
where your name doesn't sound so painful
and where I no longer dream of you again
The memory of you still bugs me
like an old sad song playing on repeat;
like an old sad future that I used to dream
and I wish I could stop myself from listening
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
