Alt-j
Please don't go, I love you so, I'll eat you whole.
Makes my hips sway.
Neighbourhood
It's too cold for you here now so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater.
Sticks to my brain.
Cocorosie
Before the yearning song of flesh on flesh
Young hearts burst open, wounds bleed fresh
Kisses my soul.
Not so much a poem. Just some of the music that keeps me sane.