As I can hear the music play,
The fingers upon the keys,
Someone will say,
That the music is all I see.
My heart can play some songs,
The ones I love the most.
But my heart and soul can still long,
For that song that is played by the coast.
Music has always been a part of my life,
Helping me through tough times.
It's like my own knife,
And it cuts through my mind's crimes.
The music burns just like coal,
And the Music is from my soul.
~Penguinz
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Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoesíaWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
