The Poem and The Song

To the song…

A poem and a song
Two different words
But still it never felt wrong
As if its shields and swords

Having almost the same meaning
Yet… still would be different
A poem gives trimmings
While a song gives hired melody’s for rent

A poem, different from any
Resembles a hidden jewel in a cove of rock
Unpolished, but beautifully uncanny
A poem…unexplainable that it hardly struck

Not like a song that is the talk of the town
Unlike any, it’s a jewel in anybody’s accessories
Always on the spotlight, from night to dawn
Not like a song…that still stands even when someone suppresses

Two different parted made-up-stanzas
That can still refer as one
But never made, like beautiful organza’s
Apart…from each one

The poem and the song
Never wishing to get rid of the miles
I hope I’m wrong…
‘Cause I know once, both wear smiles…

My friend and now the person who hates me
The song that keeps our classmate's sing with joy and shout with grief
I’m sorry, will you forgive thee…?
Having you as an enemy is pure hell but asking for forgiveness is a relief.

Just like a poem and a song
Miles apart…
Weak and strong
We are, even at the start…
The Poem…