Symphony

If I could write you a sonnet, I would translate the words into a melody,

If I could write you a verse, I would dry the oceans with my ink,

But as we fornicate and life fucks us over

My words fall short and become a few feeble grunts.

I dream about the days in the woods, the sun flooded your hair,

I day dreamt with the parchment in my hand, I would create a symphony.

The symphony unwind in my mind, the mind which never betrayed me.

Today again I am short of words as we lie together on the white soiled sheets, 

I hear the symphony in your breaths, Didn't I say?

My mind never betrayed me. 

-Ex.