Sing for Song
you sang a song; I found my hell again.
“tra-la-la I told you so.”
You sang my song would sing of it.
You were wrong.
I won’t sing a thing,
no song at all.
Some things can’t keep a beat you know.
Some things can’t be taken in tidy measures.
You sing for show, for spectacle.
Sing for song.
Sing for something to say
and you’ll find them dancing anyway
Tags: Poetry