Release
The DJ spins as the beats bring
much needed release to a Friday
crowded around the fodder
of another forgotten time
I knew her by a very different name
before all the fame
and fake fortitude getting in the way
Love you say dripping off your tongue
not really knowing
still too young to disappear
or disappoint in the right direction
or dimension but not to mention
your beats are felt in me too
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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