Your genres are a mystery,
While your lyrics are blessings to the soul
The way you dance to the beat
Made me shattered in pieces
I heard your playlist without fail,
As the bus drove under the stars
And the songs began to fade,
You were gone with the rythm
;N.I
YOU ARE READING
Dead Poets
Poetry"Poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands-" -Lang Leav
