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The only one who knows
how to sing her song
is drifting in the wind
of emotions as a
tumbleweed. The one
who knows how to sing
her song is deaf to
her soprano voice reach
notes most can't. The
only one who knows
how to sing her song
is blind to her smoldering
body in strapless satin
sundress holding her tight
as he used to. The only
one who knows how
to sing her song isn't
smelling her tender skin
sprayed with his favorite
perfume. The only one
who knows how to sing
her song is tasteless to
peach and cream skin.
The only one who knows
how to sing her song
is missing her dancing
rhythmically when she
used to be tight in
his muscular arms. The
only one who knows
how to sing her song
is unable to feel her
velvet lips slip lyrics
seductively off her tongue
and her hands holding
the microphone as though
it is him. The only one
who knows how to
sing her song is losing
her harmonies flapping freely
into endless sunflower skies.
The only one who knows
how to sing her song
is caught in metal fences
of tangled emotions. The
only one who knows how
to sing her song is
tossing his reservations aside
and finding himself standing
before his beloved beauty.
The only one who knows
how to sing her song
is gently brushing a stray
lock of honey aside and
gazing into her violet
blue eyes without any
guards. The only one
who knows how to
sing her song is telling
her everything he never
could without words as
he tenderly kisses her.
The only one who knows
how to sing her song
is turning her blues
song from bitter into
sweet. Melodic irony.