The Untitled Flow
Am a troubled SOUL,trapped in a PIANO, by an HARPSICHORD
I STRING literal NOTES,my Te amo,
she left me dis-HARMONY,
My heart co-nun-DRUM
Its agony,TRAMPOLINES and Brass-Caps
She was my CYMBAL of hope,
the BEAT to the tints of my Night-caps...
She was my ELVIS GUITAR, tho Pricey',
She was Treasured,and Honoured,,
My MELODY,tuned to perfection,
ACOUSTIC sexually,pure SONIC and DRAMA...
My Prima Donna
Copyright © Sonique Kwezt | Year Posted 2017
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