Love Song

Will you drown out my sound of pessimism?

Love Song

I was never warned-ever warned
about those like you.
The one's with soft eyes and sharp minds,
With fingers over keys,
cutting summer muse into heart-shaped sighs.

With your upbeat rhythms
always a contrast to my song.
Like the chords you are playing,
black and white
sharp and flat,
two rights or two wrongs?
A question worth delaying.

But when the keys become a boardwalk,
the planks on a pier to your eyes,
the passion of your craft overflows them.
To which in apathy i linger-
and slowly drown.
There in unity i am swallowed, left helpless and on mute,
a reticent siren in her maritime gown.

But when inducing my melodies would you listen?

Would you play idly by while I, the drone of your piece, carrying on like the undercurrent in your ocean, your tide?

Like wandering too far,
trapping those beings, my over-thought problems
contorting your flow.
Like the finality of the wake.

Just an endless underlying sorrow,
echoing through a sea of once-happy people in purest monotone.

If I bellowed, would you make the cadence sweet?

Use your hands to re-inspire my childish inflection,

envious lyricism in colour

to the close of this piece.

Author's Note

Mindless 2am ramblings about him.