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"You Won't Hear My Song Tonight"
by Max PhineasYou scoff at the notion of horse-carried princes
In hope of a peasant with eyes of a king
blessed with a velvety voice that convinces-
in tones soft and pleasant-
the rise of the Spring.
Your bass clef barstool
Spins you into soft oblivion
And I, in my homespun heart
Will watch from afar
And sing into the dark. 02/24/2009 Posted on 02/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rebecca Lin on 02/25/09 at 07:18 AM I love this! I especially enjoy all the fairy tale references. The ending is magical...a dark kind of magical. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/26/09 at 03:10 AM yes, girls unfortunetly like jerks and forget about the prince charmings out there. |
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