It's late and I need to go to sleep.
'Twas giving myself fake expectations
For the light of the moon does creep.
There isn't a secret I should keep
That would, in advance, cause excitations.
It's late and I need to go to sleep.
Wait! There are musical notes I should leap
Across the beats and instrumentations,
For the light of the moon does creep.
Do I have the energy I should reap
For holding mixtapes in glorifications?
It's late and I need to go to sleep.
There are lyrics and samples much too deep
For this outsider musicfag in great notations,
For the light of the moon does creep.
Pity. Another night lost in the jeep
Of creative ideas, going in vibrations.
It's late and I need to go to sleep
For the light of the moon does creep.
Less Exciting Than Rhyming
Welcome to Postpoems. Lyrics as artform. Nice. slc
lol thank you. XD
I plan on posting more villanelles in the future, as well as haikus, limericks, cinquains and short little poems, along with recorded versions of them too! :D
Name's Christian Dickerson, AKA Parablebox. I do music & stuff. Feel free to message me about stuff.
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