Mondegreens

Speak to me the song of your story,
Give it your best, your tour de force.

I will hear you from the place I lie capable.
Yet in your lyrics, mondegreens shall abound

I insist. Allow me, and I’ll fill the gap for you.
Misconstrued and strewn - phrases in passing.

Every sound sung from my lips - stamped by this
disregarded, taken for granted seal of approval.

You belt out the experience of your inner world.
Words chosen containing secrets to even you.

Pain, confusion, neurotic, tired, cowardice.
It reveals what you never intended me to see.

Reveals what you never considered could
be within you. Capability illuminated.

I hear what you did not say. What I exclaimed, is
not what you say came out of me. Miss, heard.

Mondegreens serve purpose.
What a pair.