written by Clee, King & Konquerer
I always thought it was funny
how you were so colorful in such black and white terms,
it felt like hearing sign language or seeing Braille,
one day I'd hit a note you could relate with
and later your world would play a different tune;
I admit, other than a few faults under the surface
the craftsmanship on you was perfect-
delicate yet assertive,
fit for loud nights and quiet mornings;
whatever rhythm we had shared faded
like sweat stains and butterflies at that first gig,
the one with the broken instrument
and the music sheet I couldn't read,
my melody got better with practice
while ours was bound to crash
from the first song we played together.
Assorted keys of subtle hints
Insecurities to be undone through practice
Her intricacies are almost endless
And intimidating when untouched
She's inviting, yet exclusive
Daring any to try to play
That which only few can master
And create symphony's of passion
The notes scripted in her eyes
Translate to irresistable works of art
Intoxicating and potent
She can create universes in a moment
Her lustful sound can transcend time
Days and nights can be lost
In her mesmerizing presence
Without the slightest note of regret
Pulling your chords; vessels and all,
Tugging a lung- your cardiac hall
Puppet strings, I play your favorite
part, over and over.
Old folded notes that I always kept close,
tender hearted, my fingers swept
along your skin, mesmerized by
those black and white keys.
Tempted...by memories
I trace the lines, flashbacks of you and me
sweaty palms, attempting to read something
I could never understand.
Your notes, complicated and superior
to my ability of seeing through your mask,
Taunting. Jumping off the page
I'll catch you, beneath my fingers.
you're just symbols between the binding
I'll learn to play you some day..
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