The sun is caressing your face.
Your frown and your wrinkles deepen:
You never liked its rays.
But I did — on you.
You hated your body, your tongue, your music
But oh! How wrong were you?
Your body impressed me, your tongue sweetened me
And your music…
It brought life to me.
I hum your tunes all around and people call me mad,
But they just haven’t heard your songs, yet.
And I swear if they did, they would be just as mad as you and I.
And I know this sounds cheesy
But I just can’t fall asleep without your gentle strumming on my old Gibson.
Hell, I can’t even play. I bought it just to impress you.
And I hope I did
Because today was the last day I’ve heard your music.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 8:10 AM UTC
The sun is caressing your face.
Your frown and your wrinkles deepen:
You never liked its rays.
But I did — on you.
You hated your body, your tongue, your music
But oh! How wrong were you?
Your body impressed me, your tongue sweetened me
And your music…
It brought life to me.
I hum your tunes all around and people call me mad,
But they just haven’t heard your songs, yet.
And I swear if they did, they would be just as mad as you and I.
And I know this sounds cheesy
But I just can’t fall asleep without your gentle strumming on my old Gibson.
Hell, I can’t even play. I bought it just to impress you.
And I hope I did
Because today was the last day I’ve heard your music.
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