Life has its moments, doesn’t it? Some of the worse are when we get in a fight with someone we love dearly, right? Wrote most of this last night. Today, we quickly made up. Thinking that I wish I were a better man.
Cut To the Quick by Michael Romani Between the sighing harmonies That make us weak in our knees And all of the endless pretenses Found flooding our lulled senses There the jolts in life keep us awake Aware of our best efforts and all of our mistakes Nothing hurts like a perfect miracle gone bad With it's attendant loss and feeling sad Finding myself wishing I could part the clouds To do that one thing; anything to make her proud Dreaming of this like the sun shining While fully aware that we're flat lining Sweet nothings tease like a whisper Lost in the spaces since I kissed her Gushing lyrics bleed in transcendence While sorrows pace in their attendance Cut to the quick by my mistaken suspicion I have nothing left to offer but my contrition In the scratchy, hazy aesthetic of pettiness Life at its best is a thick arrangement of prettiness Pervasively sung in a round of circularity Chasing after meaning in its sincerity Worldwide everyone hums and sings along In our weaknesses, we learn to be strong In the distance, we hear it folkish and bright Life's song sung like a monologue infiltrated and light Careening like a bludgeon of unmoderated ecstasy Shattered dishes serve us into cloaked melancholy Disguised as a crooned confessional lullaby In a catechism of maybes given in near silent reply There is beauty in wishing otherwise As star-crossed lovers grace each other's eyes It's the world's oldest mantra given as a prize In an alloy of optimism, they greet the sunrise Love given to defeat cynicism's darkness with light Dreaming the hope of making this life more right (c) September 13, 2018 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved