Description: Sparked by a conversation with a young friend. I haven't been able to write for a long time and I am afraid I can't quite finish this one yet. (Edited slightly!)
Tell Me -------------------------------------------
Talk to me
Tell me what you see,
When how and why your mind is free.
Something I cannot casually perceive.
But I would like to believe.
Please hand over your keys
To this hard driving engine
The self-made legend
Living and thumping in time
Want to know how it can be mine
To sync our minds in rhythm and rhyme
It may be a preverbal crime
How the church bells chime
Vocals of vows as they climb
To the unending climax
A place where no one can find us.
Somewhere away from it all
A pedestal of love ten feet tall
Pictures draping in our halls
Breaking emotional walls
Reservations they tumble and fall.
Answers to it all as close as a call.
To you
My one
My only
The one I depend on
A person to miss when I’m gone
No matter how long
It will just feel so wrong
Your not coming along
Hearing my lyrics without your song
I'm not sure whether you are talking about loving someone younger, or being there to listen to someone younger's love story. Or maybe you're telling the love story of the younger one. I think the verse before the last was a bit cliché, but the rest seemed quite original.
Submission Name: Tell Me
