Loud is the brass horn,
Like my love of music.
Can you see the notes?
Your voice rings out sweet.
How can you hear me over
Your self-centered song?
The notes suffocate
With thick bouts of measures.
How can you breathe, hm?
You are no better
Than me or music, but you
Like to play pretend.
Get over yourself.
Music is life and love, see?
You ruin music.
Loud is the brass horn,
Like my love of music.
Can you see the notes?
Your voice rings out sweet.
How can you hear me over
Your self-centered song?
The notes suffocate
With thick bouts of measures.
How can you breathe, hm?
You are no better
Than me or music, but you
Like to play pretend.
Get over yourself.
Music is life and love, see?
You ruin music.
I don't mean to not put up my drawings...It's just that my scanner died a looooong time ago and there are no plans on replacing it. I'm sorry. I feel like a douche. Maybe I'll do some prose...I know my poetry can't be taken seriously...it's so stupid! Hahaha. Whatev'. I'll try and get SOMETHING up.