Ill Be the Drummer
Crying in silence,
vacancy needing a beat;
Something was missing;
Failing to exist;
Melody that’s not breathing
stuck inside your head;
A note with no soul
changing the sounds and volume
the cymbol crashes;
Influential tone,
the tempo found it’s echo;
I’ll be the drummer;
You were an unpolished song,
I kind of completed you.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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