crescencia,
I wanted to dance with her
But my music isn’t hers
But we sang our own verses
There could be no duet
Literary: Our Music
I could have been:
The words of her song
The melody in his piece
The notes were all in place
But there were broken keys
I wanted to dance with her
I wanted to sing with him
Yet we had no harmony
And there was no rhythm
I would have:
Brightened her tone
Lowered his key
Just the way (s)he would
Have wanted it to be
But my music isn’t hers
His tune isn’t mine
If we had the same tempo
We would’ve been fine
But we sang our own verses
We sang our separate solos
Like beautiful cadenzas
From different concertos
There could be no duet
No graceful symphony
There is no grand finale
To our story
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