The Blah Song

I tried to write a song

I really did.

But 

My Verses lost Pitches and Patterns.

The Sound and the silence,

Struggled in between a Variety of Forms.

'A minor

'B major

'D minor,

Strings screamed

As the song goes!

But I couldn't write it.

My Melodic phase,

Lyrical blocks

Disagrees, as my heart agrees

With Nostalgia.

My pitch references are terrible,

As

My Octets and couplets 

Are troubled

And

My repetition of Words,

Worries me.

So, here I am writing a Song

With Blah.

Blah, blah and blah

As

Blah, blah agrees with my moods

And

Rhymes.

As 

Blah, blah annoys with my Humans

And

Pops.

Blah, blah adjusts with my A minor

And

D major.

Blah, blah hangs with my mid life

And

Dazzling lights.

Blah, blah trades with Shakespeare's sonnet

And 

Presley's Melody.

Blah, my Whiteman is hanging

Behind the starry night

As

I am enjoying my melancholic drippings.

So,

Here I am taking a swag of

Replacing

Every element of a Song

With Blah's

Maybe,

Then 

Maybe

People will realize,

Even A song looks beautiful

In the hands of

A dirty Hands