His Music
His music, it hits my heart.
The beat of the drums makes me move my hips.
I love the heaviness of the song.
His voice cuts me deep.
I can't take this illusion of you not being real.
I can't make of how rare you are.
Make me dance, Make me grind.
Scream into the mic and tell me about death.
I just want to hold on to this day, to this song.
Get into my system. Please burst my heart.
Copyright © Reva Mae | Year Posted 2017
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