He sings at night,
a voice filled with deep rooted secrets,
and a soul full of passion,
lyrics intertwined with truth and fiction,
a pretty girl and a dream.
He sings at night,
soul searching eyes and a heart
consumed with a love story,
words scratching the surface of his mind.
He sings at night,
from the tips of his fingers
to the curvature of her hips,
limbs and lips crashing to the rhythm of his melody.
He sings at night,
pure musical notes of angst and longing,
beats matching the subtle thumps of the sorrow swimming
in his veins.
About the Creator
Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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