Love Song

by Forbidden Eyes   May 2, 2008


Your voice sings a ballad,
following the sheet music.
Scratching the high notes,
beating the low.

A symphony, bursting, you
play instruments of love.
Beautifully crying with
the rhythm.

The harmony, difficult chorus
you stress your powerful
voice for. Patients between
the breaks.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    This is good work keep writing x

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