Miscommunication

Somewhere along the way I was left behind,

Left with a mouthful of words that disappeared—

They stuck on my tongue as I swallowed hard,

They tasted bitter when mixed with silly thoughts.

I tried to walk away but found myself lost,

The streets themselves were painted black.

I returned with the intention of serenading you

With the verses written on the back of my hand

But I took one look in your eyes and lost my voice.

My heart grew heavy as I kept my mind empty,

I looked to the sky in hopes of consolation

But there was just one star shining faintly,

And he looked so lonely.

I felt akin to his regret.

       DannYetman

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