Music

If music could be injected

into my blood stream,

I will always hum a happy tune.

It will flow through my veins

like the heat from your body.

You’ll be my high note.

If rhythm could be inhaled 

into my hollow lungs,

I will whisper a sleeping la-la bye.

It will fill my head

like the power from your soul.

You’ll be my single lyric.

If melodies could be absorbed

into my cold skin,

I will never be alone again.

It will awake my heart

like the soft touch from your hands.

And you’ll be my only song.

Just plain me

I don’t have the intelligent words to fool you with.

All I have is my feelings and emotions.

And all is the bloody truth.

I may seem dull and to uncomplicated for you.

But the truth is,

I’m really fucked up.

I may seem unsuperior for your attention.

But you still demand mine.

You made me desire you with your easy ways.

You’re such a beautiful human being.

I’m not the cool, calm and collected type.

Nor the silly, loud one.

I’m just plain me.