I spoke in third person as if emotion had permission to eaves drop in on the rhythm of a hearts acquisition of love.
Stumbling over vowel sounds, I-O-U the explanation of the actions of devout nouns, you know like the things we do for Love. When intrigued, we Harmoniously compose lyrics to unsung memories. Tap dancing to situational drum majors, minor in contemporary triumph as it relates to relation.
Heartbreak doesn’t –
-write ballads of sad love songs of past experiences so that Ameri-can award us the honor of recognition amongst our peers during celebratory charades. No, it adapts and begins to beat rhythmically to the ritual of negligence in Search of a comforting soundboard to mix emotional discontent on. Sound Track to reconciliation!! PLEASE LISTEN TO MY DEMO!

~Marshall D. Goss Jr.