Acoustical Rhythm
Thoughts of romance and Paris dare to fade
drifting into oblivion, along with her warmth
slowly slipping from last embers of my spark
holding on to, one more alone a cappella night
lost notes tap within a heart that barely beats
chill has taken her place, still midnight rings
it's quiet, but here the echoes chase the breeze
where yesterday's cut down the flowers weep
sing to me, my wonders, that familiar feeling
tuned in to the unattainable, not yet forgetting
I'm just another acoustical rhythm, reaching out
seeking, simply a rhyme to be alive with tonight
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