Narrated for You

insert my name,

and I activate.

A misunderstood poem,

i’m only a song


A tune you liberate in your studio; 

i’m nothing without your name 

just a corrupted audio. 



Words reform in your notebook,

verses and chorus, no hook 

align my empty pages with music notes

compose me until I become whole.



A horrid melody 

that only you pigment 

a yelping sound, no harmony 

no flow.


I am your love song 


A controversial album.

On your guitar strings, I broaden

you breathe me in bars, no stadiums 

and no one sketches me

render me overrated 

not creative  



What do I care?


I’ll always reach for you 

softened for you


I blend - 

with your cracked record player 

narrated for you

don't pause, keep playing

Daily writing prompt

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.