Your words were music
to my ears,
full of sweet melodies,
composing my life,
and I danced ...
The rhythm,
swaying and seductive,
enticed me to listen
to your every tune,
and feel alive ...
Your song
of rapturous beats,
bestowed inviting passion,
resounding
within my soul,
full of melodies
I needed to hear ...
Your music
became louder,
lyrics, unbearable to my ears,
the beat, more violent,
with rhythm, wildly frantic,
and, I stopped dancing ...
Now, I listen
to a different song
of new meaning,
and melody,
of my own composure,
and I dance ... again ...
A contest entry
- Irony by Kiusha.
1050 points, ended September 3, 2007, 10 entries
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