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requiem
We were Mozart in Vienna,
Writing our requiem.
You gave me apnea
and delighted in my delirium.
In my head was a solemn chant:
This is love; why my heart beats like bass now and then.
Yet our melodies were conflicting and unison was scant.
Your complacency created syncopation,
you stressed the unaccented parts, and told me "I can't."
While I thought we were writing a hymn,
your head held a different chant.
You started our requiem, on a whim,
because there were others to enchant.
~~~~~~~~
I hope someone finished it for him;
I bet he felt like Rembrandt.
He imagined his skill bubbling over the brim,
anything he wanted, the universe would grant.
Hope he felt the sting of being victim,
to hearing your swan song and being left with "I can't."
Writing our requiem.
You gave me apnea
and delighted in my delirium.
In my head was a solemn chant:
This is love; why my heart beats like bass now and then.
Yet our melodies were conflicting and unison was scant.
Your complacency created syncopation,
you stressed the unaccented parts, and told me "I can't."
While I thought we were writing a hymn,
your head held a different chant.
You started our requiem, on a whim,
because there were others to enchant.
~~~~~~~~
I hope someone finished it for him;
I bet he felt like Rembrandt.
He imagined his skill bubbling over the brim,
anything he wanted, the universe would grant.
Hope he felt the sting of being victim,
to hearing your swan song and being left with "I can't."
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