There’s no winning this one
whether they sing until
they’re out of lyrics, or
they stick to the melody,
somebody’s going to get hurt.
They were there when
the kiss turned real, when
the heart blooms past its
beating wings and
all at once the music
swells, you sing along.
Listen, the words don’t mean
it until they touch you.
The music isn’t there
until you are, the stylus
singing out the spin.
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