Sunday, June 19, 2011

Old Tunes

It's been repeated and replayed numerous times
Like that record you love so much
My grip seemed eternal,
As I thought I was clinging for dear life

It was scratched, and it skipped like no other
Always asked to rid of it, I refused
Ears were clasped, and white noise emitted
But regardless, I always tried to waltz alone

That record has not been played
For several sleeps now
And lost are the steps once so ingrained
No longer am I lulled by what was,
I'm now dancing to tunes of clarity
In the arms of another

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