Listen.
can you hear it?
can you feel it?
the pounding drums,
steady as your heart.
the throbing bass,
flowing through your veins.
the guitar solo,
spiking and dropping like brain waves.
the music melts into our souls.
we are music and music is us.
listen.
can you hear it?
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
Poésiehey whats up? this is a book of all the crappy poems i write. WARNING!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DEPRESSED POEMS, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS! also no mean criticizing. i know my spelling and grammar are terrible. if you want to give constructive...
