Out Of Sync Melody Rimas Dissolutas
My boiling point’s hit third degree;
‘Lying swathed in euphoric slick.’
Your lyrics demand a reply;
What’s up with no resolution?
Left an out of sync melody,
finish every strum that you pick;
I am aware your humor’s wry,
but so is my ammunition;
I’m what you need to amplify,
don’t you dare mistreat my passion.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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