Radio.

I tried a rhyming thing. It didn't work out so well.

Everyday I'd listen to my radio,

Hoping they would play our song.

And when they do I would think about you,

and how we used to sing-a-long.

 

All those happy memories,

were so good to me.

Thank you for making my days.

You meant everything to me.

 

Now my radio is on fire,

from blasting up the music,

It could have been from the melodic songs that used to soothe me,

but it's from the passion from the screaming.

 

Now all those song we shared together,

and tons more that I've found.

Are all in this little ipod.

I'm blowing my brains out by playing them too loud.

 

I go through too many songs,

just in one hour.

To figure out what is wrong with me.

and what soul has gone sour.

 

I miss the times when my radio was oh so sweet.

And when my heart never suffered defeat.

Several years pass it finally came to an end.

The bass stopped beating, and rage starts to begin.

 

 

 

Author's Note

I tried a rhyming thing. It didn't work out so well.