never,
ever,
fall in love
with anyone
with a bad taste
in music.
and i'm not
just talking about
romantic love, i'm
talking about
motherfuckin
love,
in general,
the human
emotion.
never
consort with
people who
don't understand
the meaning
of music,
the ones who
have never
stayed up
til one in
the morning
screaming
themselves hoarse
over lyrics
that they don't
even
understand.
never consort with
the people
who haven't
experienced
that.
never
consort with
onerepublic
fans.
YOU ARE READING
visions
Poetrythe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
