Automatic Loveletter

This could be called an ode a tribute, but what good would that do Call it what they call themselves Automatic Loveletter For I love this band, this group but I can't help that my literary experience lacks just that, experience Her voice is softly spoken with a touch of edgy hurt mine is short of a heart song ruptured and cracked like an earthquake hitting a scale of 8.5 She can make a gun shoot poison into my ears so I die fading into slumber listening to her sing tearfully Under a weighted sunlight in my head I say if I was face to face with them What would I say same thing I'm saying now My words have been taken away fade with the wind I'm too starstruck, awestruck melting to the melody like I'm clay burning in the furnace to become whole and I'm struggling to keep together but I'm shuddering apart cause it's another scenario where I put myself a million years lower beneath the same people I adore while I just explore the lower depths saring up wishing to be the stars I wish upon