Trial Run Is Over

We dance with the impossible

But we create the rhythm

We sing with the devil

but we let him in

If we don't like the dance

We'll find a new culture

If we don't like the songs

We'll write new ones

You take the guitar

and I take your hand

Just sit there and wait

to be the greatest muse

of the greatest songs

Lately I've been singin in the car

About the things we've ever loved

And when it's my turn

All  I can think about is your name,

Your laugh, and your dry jokes

Cause you make me feel like I've met a better version of me but as a man

We laugh to dark humor

But we live with them

We can cry together

Cause we share the pain

If we don't wanna laugh

Fine, I'll lay on your chest

If we don't wanna cry

Best time to live our manifest

Prepare a black coffee

You have a guest

Just sit there and wait

at the airport

I have a suitcase

Lately I've been dreaming in my bed

About all the things we've ever had

But I don't remember my life before you

You ruined all my plans

about the life and the death

Cause you make me believe in a life form where it's just the two of us,

And everything before you was just a trial run of life.

Reviews

[Amy R]

This poem touches on themes of creativity (through music and art), the interplay of light and dark emotions, and the idea of finding a soulmate who reveals a better version of oneself.

Words like "dance," "sing," "cry," and "laugh" evoke a sense of movement and emotional expression, while phrases like "greatest muse" and "black coffee" add layers of meaning and personal touch.

NICELY INKED, I enjoyed reading.
-Amy