Poetically Driven

Broken Melodies (~.~)

old to me, new to you.

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Forgotten memories,

Broken melodies,

But it's chorus and verses are all wrong,

Too much of this,

Too much time to reminsice,

It's the broken melody,

A song about forgetting me,

The strums of the guitar,

Writing as I drink at ar bar,

The loud beats of a drum,

Singing and singing and the pain inside of me goes numb,

It's my broken fuckin' melody,

I never want you forgetting me,

The sounds of a paino in the background,

Sway your hips and dance around,

To my melody,

Think about the impossible things to be,

As you listen,

Listen real close,

To my imperfect broken melody,

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So my friend tells me her dad read "The Gun" and fell in love with it and I'm like: "That's real nice Alex." And now I'm thinking like... Why the hell do people like that poem so damn much? It's not even that good -.-

Quote:

"I can dance the pain away, but your name's tattooed to my heart and that's where it'll stay."~K.D.

~Roby In Your Lobby