Constructive discordance.
honesty is rarely melodic
Can we please start a band and
Can I be the lead singer
Tell me I’m great and
Congratulate my taste
And we’ll all sing together in,
Melodramatic harmony
Somedays we separate ourselves from eachother
I’ll tell you I believe in
Cause believin makes you hungry
It’s the soul of the debate and
The reason whole societies walk off the plank and, die
But I’m not sure I believe in
Anything at all
Our terms are currently undefined
On these grounds I will not fight
We feel lonely so we
Gather all our cronies and we
All sing together in
Melodramatic harmony
Sing with me, scream with me
Please shut me up
I know I talk
Too
Much
Believe in me and build me up
I will betray,
The things that I believe in
And I will say,
Something different today, than what I said the day before
If you cannot stand me,
You can show me the door
Or you can please allow for,
A difference in opinion and then we will all sing together in
The most exquisite
Melodramatic harmony
It is discordant, and textually undefined
It’s dangerous and it’s bold and it’s the
Chaos where the coward hides
Out on on the fringes of humanity in general
Please tell me that I make sense to you
All I hear is shouting voices
And are they distracting us from our choices?
The most beautiful thing,
I’ve ever heard was a scream
But it’s when we all scream together in,
Melodramatic harmony
About the Creator
Katie woods
Katie is a slime mold hunter that likes to watch people and write stories. She's been autistic every since receiving a radioactive vaccine as a child.
That was a joke. She is joking.
That's how she got superpowers.
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