The music takes away her fears
And rumbles in her ears
With sweet melodic melancholy
When her skies feel a dark blue
And her heart is all askew
All she will try to do
Is turn on her music
When the cards lay on the table
Of a bad filled tragic fable
She will turn on her music
But music isn't always needed
When she is a muse
That rids someone else's blues
And fills a skipping potion in their shoes.
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A Plethora of Poems.
PoesíaPositive, philosophical, and spiritual poems straight from my mind. I ask that you enjoy and read, even if you are not positive, or philosophical, or spiritual. (Love you beautiful people) <3 <3 <3 (Will be updated constantly) (This book...
