My Songwriting class week two assignment
The full
moon was setting
over the
Potomac River
as I crossed
Memorial Bridge
into
Virginia
on my
morning walk
She said,
"what'cha doing baby,
walking
across that bridge?"
"Just
chillin," I replied.
She said,
"Why don't cha
come here
baby,
chill in my
arms?"
NPR was
banging my eardrums
a not so
subtle attempt to
drown out my
own thoughts
my denials
turned into outrage
my anger
morphing into depression
She said,
"what'cha doing baby,
walking
across that bridge?"
"just
chillin," I responded.
She said,
"Why don't cha
come here
baby,
chill in my
arms?"
My peer reviewers did not like this song and gave me very low, below average technical scores. Guess it needs to stay as a poem!
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