Make me a playlist
And we’ll name it after us:
DAYDREAMING.
Songs that flow like the breeze of spring
Unaware, unknowing to the meaning it’s about to bring.
Perhaps the times where we walked without rest
Seconds where we breathed as one and thought, ah we are blessed.
HURT.
Play me like a stolen violin
Set my strings, pluck me, carve me, make me spin.
In tune with voice, in language, and tone
To hear you, even when I am alone.
AFFECTION.
Play me your lies like it’s a love language
Indulge my ears, drown them to your advantage.
To gauge and choose, decide my fate
To ease my mind, inject the sound, and sedate.
MOMENTS.
A lyrical sea of thought and touch
Lines that ring truth a little too much.
So that I never unhear our memories in this song,
Always to hear your laughter as we sang along.
BECOMING.
Curtsy to end this ballad, make my heart break
Twirl me until I realise, you were but a mistake.
Imagine the beat as it were my own
Etched the words in as if my heart were made of stone.
So:
Make me a playlist
For when you’re gone
I’ll press play to remember
And never unhear
Your voice, a choir
Only forever just letting
The notes play on.
