Love Music

May 31, 2016

I listen to the lyrics of the world,

of its damaged goods and sinners,

and think to myself,

"Why?

Why should I care about them;

about what's out there;

about me?"

Then I see you.

All alone, usually.

It makes a sad, sad elegy.

Even though you say,

"Relationships suck,"

I feel differently.

Ballads of love and unity are the only ones of their kind.

They conjure sounds that make a beautiful boy like you more euphoric when you talk that sweet talk,

and walk that confident yet conscious stride.

Will this be a love,

or a tango of emotions mixed and tormenting?

It's estranging,

feeling this way,

that I'm even writing of it.

But,

it feels right.

Desperate,

clingy and bizarre;

but right.

I listen to your songs,

in hopes that,

one day,

we'll create our own music.

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