Melancholy
I brought you down with the saddest chord.
No harmonies to up lift.
A soul to sore.
The E chord was saddened with the lack of cheer.
As we put our face down in a couple of beers.
I heard your sighs as the song, slowly progressed.
Through the chord of A, we might have undressed.
Copyright © Jayme Chapin | Year Posted 2021
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