#tjenwrites

reblog with a musical interpretation, if you like ^^

🧄 garlic bread

i jobbed around town,

always holding up my crown.

we met at a park,

felt a spark

and you made a flirty remark.

my lawn's not mowed.

my carlessness, it showed.

you liked my house,

met my pet mouse

and then took off your blouse.

garlic bread!

freshly cooked, can you smell it?

i like garlic bread!

my supreme, can you tell it?

yes, I know "inquires" isn't a noun - if you can think of a better rhyme with a similar meaning, please say so ọ~ọ

🚇 eggs on love tracks

train tracks crushing under us

do not throw me under the bus

egg yoke smashed against the windshield

flushed to the sides by the speed we yield

dozen footsteps, nothing's slowing

doors swing open, wind is blowing

yoke and yoke hit glass and smeer

hearts beat fast in audible fear

>are these tracks full of eggs?<

a voice makes noise,

destroys any choice

of silence, we need violence

to restrain this train,

before more pain and bane

enter our lane, our brain,

our mind, rewind,

what is going on?

the dove of love

flew, someone new,

fixation followed adoration

a silence that tires, had many inquires,

her answer, no chance here,

although not just no,

we spoke, still could joke,

something broke, sometimes choke

on her yes and her no

now on eggshells we slow

down a ton, love has gone,

out the door, and i swore,

yet can i keep? still got a leap

of faith, a love I crave,

but a friendship grows