"listeng" poems
I am what you see and what you feel inside.
I am my soul, my heart, and my mind.
My poetry, the music that this orchestra plays,
will set us on fire, our hearts ablaze.
Listeng to my songs,
though sometimes dischordnant,
They're me, they're us, they're I,
its notes, their whisper, not fraudulent
Listen to my songs,
and let's sing ours together.
Let's burn the world,
And let's sing forever.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC