“Our Music” by Tina McFarlane

Your kiss upon my lips
Holds broken promises

Your tenderness lies
A trick of the body and the mind

I listen to your heart
I feel it beating
To the sound of another

If only I could make it
Play for me instead

But that was before

Before I let my melody change
And let my notes
Be played
By his hands, his lips

And you knew

You could feel
The change in tempo

If I could rewrite this piece
If I could make our music
Once more

But our song has ended
I am to blame

And with this final note
We take our bow

As a writer, I have a dual nature, and love both the light and the dark. They each bring out a different side of me. Writing gives me the chance to explore both. Here, in this special place, you will find my darkness.

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