323
323 years later,
His tearfully beautiful melody and jaw dropping harmony takes me to the most prettiest places and pulls me through the darkest places.
The music he writes is like,
Coming in from the winter cold during the day, snow left untouched with a beautiful glow coming off, and slipping on a cup of coffee or hot chocolate while dancing around in my coziest socks, no pants with my ice cube shirt on.
His music has always given me that mmmm feeling when the morning coffee hits just right.
That's what him and his music does to me.
His voice is so velvety through my phone when he calls.
I know places and bars we can go too just to be alone
And I wonder if he'd save me from this wave that has over taken me.
Singing in his basement at 12 midnight
to his song I wear around my neck.
Copyright © Stevie Yost | Year Posted 2022
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