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I wrote this after a day of thinking about the guys I liked and how so many never even noticed me. I thought of a line and then it all came to me. Enjoy and please comment.


Submitted:May 7, 2007    Reads: 169    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Harmony

I smiled at you,
You smiled at me.
We were what seemed,
That perfect harmony.

Our love was a romance novel,
The kind singles read over and over,
Wishing they had the kind of passion,
That made us a whole without any fractions.

A sexual song with a heavy beat,
Makes ya wanna dance on your feet,
Thats the intimatecy we shared,
And we were never in despair.

Our love guided eachother,
In the tough pain we went through,
Each and every day.

But as soon as our eyes connected,
And our lips locked,
That perfect harmony,
Was locked in our beautiful chemistry.

The spaces in between our fingers,
Were closed perfectly,
When we held eachother,
As we played this beautiful arrangement of beauty.

One day our song of passionate love,
Was destroyed with missing pieces,
Of our beautiful was-to-be harmony.

The novel was put on fire,
Until it was in burning flames,
And our beautiful record of romantic beats,
Was destroyed without one single record left,
To dance to with our feet.

Now all Im left with is crying tears,
In which fall whenever I listened to our,
Used-to-be-perfect harmony.
And then you just rub it in,
By showing off your new girl in which,
She stole my part of our everlating dancing beat.

Every day Im reminded of this pain you caused,
Because I look at that broken record and burnt pages,
Which represented our perfect harmony.




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