The perfect song (If Walls Could Talk, Open Mic Poetry)


Your eyes gleamed liked symphonies
and I strung your hair to song of love
your eyes are flawless harmonies
and I blow your lips with music
and dancing dove
your hand drums and hums to the greatest rhythm
you always dance gracefully on the dancing floor
you wont stop your elegant feet
you're a perfect song while
I am a broken beat.