I just bucked up this poem “More Than Words” on the blog Follow Your Shadow, and the first line alone hol’ mi.

“I’d rather be the rhythm than the lyrics” and that brought this out of me:

I’d rather be the rhythm than the lyrics.
I want you to feel me, the real me.
every fiber of my being,
the crack in my voice when I say
“I’m fine.” I want you to know.
Don’t listen to the beautiful lyrics,
hear me out, without a doubt,
you’re the one I want.
Read me, religiously,
like the Sunday paper.
I want to be the pepsi
to your white rum.
I want to be the honey
to your green tea.
I want you to want me.


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