Sing me a symphony

 

How easy it must be for you

To orchestrate time

Using clock hands

To conduct grand symphonies

Effortlessly.

 

We must have been

So miserably out of tune

Because back then,

There was no one to perform for.

 

I don’t think you’ve ever sounded better

With the volume down low and your voice barely audible,

When you were comfortably worn and familiar,

Before you had someone to impress

With illusions of perfection.

 

The time which passed

Is too noisy and muddled to revisit with poise

So your band will play while biting their tongues,

A clever euphemism for a mouthful of blood.

 

But I remember you so thin and unobtrusive

In faded t-shirts and baseball caps

With anguished eyes avoiding contact

On such nights when we were alone

And you had everything to hide.

 

I fell in love with your misery

And your inability to conduct yourself convincingly.

 

You were never this good at lying.

 

We created symphonies on humid summer nights

When the music stopped and we hit all the wrong notes

And August sweat out of our pores.

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[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Excellent use of metaphors here, such a beautiful poem to read :)