Music is a gift
Sent down from above
It's even better
Then the purest, whitest dove
It speaks the words
That are unspoken
And holds on to the things
That were once broken
Deep people like you
Like songs for their lyrics
Trust me you'll understand
The moment you hear it
YOU ARE READING
Written thoughts
PoetrySociety is fucked up Oh just wait and see To see what is broken And tearing by the seams
