Music, To my Ears
I wrote this while drunk and jamming out. Its my truth if I'm honest
How many times has this come up
To be honest I've lost count
Through thick and thin Better or worse
Existential crisis Or Simple frustration
You've been there loving and supporting A yes bitch through and through
No words can capture what you do for me and many alike
A life without you is barren
Lifeless
Boring
Gray
I sing with you I dance with you I can't lie to you
I listen You talk
I take You give
I love You love
My partner in crime Your existence is so sublime I will never be without you Till death do us part
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Beau Derive Plasir
I like writing moody poems. Hope you enjoy.
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