• word_fly 5w

    Look , at me honey
    Still humming the song
    You first sang to me
    Playing the notes of Lucille
    With its third chord broken
    Like an old virtuoso
    Who has forgotten
    The lyric of his favourite song
    Now that You won't show up again
    I aloof the voice of my sound
    But when I die , I'll take these
    Wrong notes and broken strings
    I'll sing to you from the sky
    Wave your hand , and emend
    Me when I sing it wrong .
    I'll be there next to the moon
    Watching you all night