There's something called music
It could come from a bird's beak,
It could be used to lift up the weak.
There's something called music
It connects kindred minds
It conditions the way you think.
There's something called music
It is a solace to many
An Inspiration to the deep.
A passion of the expressive.
Music has many identities
My music is my thoughts
My music is my muse
My music drives me
And I love my music.
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Falling to pieces
Poetry( February 5 2017). I just like the name falling to pieces.. "i can't compete with the she-wolf who has brought me to my knees 🎤" This is a collection of some poems I've written.
