Maryanna sokol

Pentameter

Maryanna sokol
In my head I play around with words and try to rhyme them in some clever phrase
But I know that you don't care and if you did you wouldn't listen anyway
All these words were ways of reaching you
But I know that you don't care and if you did you wouldn't listen anyway

If I spoke in iambic pentameter would you begin to hear me then?
Cos I know that you're so fond of all your European classics
All these songs were ways of reaching you
But I know that I'm no Shakespeare or Beethoven
No sonnets, no sonata form.

And I don't know how to get to you
And I'd give up if I had better avenues to pursue

Since I don't I'll play around with words and try to rhyme them in some clever phrase
Cos I know that you don't care and if you did then I would be too bored to stay
All these words were ways of reaching you
All these songs were just ways of reaching you
And this stupid song is just a sad attempt at reaching you

Cos I know that you don't care and if you did then I would be too bored to stay

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