The Song
By: Kay Silvermine( my pen name)
Long lost whispers
Fall in lonely ears;
Dripping down
Like new-formed tears.
They collect in a lake
In the ear drum
And the lake lets out
A sorrowful hum.
This tune wreaks
Of horrible despair
And images dance like
Fred Astaire,
Tip-tapping everywhere.
The heart joins
In the miserable melody;
Its strings adding to
The soul's menagerie.
The notes are
Your forgotten woe
And the past is
The song that taunts you so.
By: Kay Silvermine( my pen name)
Long lost whispers
Fall in lonely ears;
Dripping down
Like new-formed tears.
They collect in a lake
In the ear drum
And the lake lets out
A sorrowful hum.
This tune wreaks
Of horrible despair
And images dance like
Fred Astaire,
Tip-tapping everywhere.
The heart joins
In the miserable melody;
Its strings adding to
The soul's menagerie.
The notes are
Your forgotten woe
And the past is
The song that taunts you so.
There it is! I hoped you liked it. Please comment!
