Music
Music is rhythm thump here and thump there,
the feelings of joy and the feelings of despair.
Many of us use music to calm us down,
many others listen to music when no one else is around.
The words are filled with violent and rage,
the artist continues not knowing this is a bad day.
I can't believe he doesn't love me,
the music is saying "cut me cut me!"
Those words did not come out of the those speakers,
but that's what I heard from this violent speaker.
Oh how I loved that music but not anymore,
Now gospel is my music no more blood on the floor.
Copyright © Ashley Dupree | Year Posted 2008
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