Everything, Love.
Music is everything, love.
And when you speak of music,
Every word you say is love -
Love for me, for you, for nothing,
I'm not sure -
But whatever the case,
I know that you get it.
And that's what's wrong.
You are everything, and love,
Are you?
Are you?
I doubt it.
My mind playing little self-
Sabotaging tricks once again.
But if it's the music...
It doesn't matter what why I'm doing.
It is.
And that's what's wrong.
Are you wrong?
Copyright © Rose Melo | Year Posted 2010
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