...Ur Song...

Through harsh parallelistic symbolism and categorized sentiments
My thoughts bleed of you
Conceive you in heart plagued mentals and modified processes
Love should be scared of you
Twilight nights spend solidified days on your shoulders
Baring more than any man should
You breathe easy in solitude
Heart aches for understanding, body pleads for gratitude
Begging for significant ramification that once made you whole
You just want to feel different
Feel any other emotion besides alone
Even with time on ur side u still feel lonely
And maybe this perception of you is masked behind sad interludes
But what else would your song be?
Would it be complacent melodies in uneven tones?
Even when you cry late at night your soul still won't come home
Day dreams dance like saxophones, calalu bassist sing with harmonic baritones
Tell me, was she your favorite song?
Your most precious memory?
Was kissing her priceless like gold plated tapestry?
Making love in violin symphonies, first chair while harps mend with strings
Gave her unconditioned emotions promised and bared on sleeves
Tell me, when did she decide to leave?
Is it because love is scared of you?
Or is it the fact you look like her past regardless of what you do?
His shoes would never fit you
Stature bigger than his mold
Steady fast was her future till her past grabbed a hold
So what is ur song?
Is it the sweetest thing I've ever heard?
Blue venacular spun like molasses
Drips slowly as I rest on your words
Tears press to an edge, don't give her a song she doesn't deserve
Beats defined by hearts breath, lyrics lack cause there's no action
behind the verbs