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Play The Song


Play the songs for the humans that don't even know me

blast the instrumentals for the homies

and the lonlies

for the people who need a "one and only"

and the ones who think "I need this EARTH to know me"

a simple snare can make a legacy

a slow piano can make us cry down to our knees

a gospel song can make me lift up to the God who smiles up above me

a song can make us question all of our cruelty

make us feel like fools to bleed

or bleed to feel humanity

the humanity with us

us we are the embodiment of Love

the Love that makes our heart race

we see that person and get that heart race and think we need a heart pace

pace ourselves to the rhythm

rhythm lives with him

him and her

her ex made her feel some pain when her left her heart broken

broken like an egg shell

egg shell weak

turned her headphones to its highest peak

thought about when they talked every night of the week

weekday or weekend

endings she thought just molded their relationships beginnings

beginnings to who she thought would be her future husband

husband she met a rock concert

concert for the band she listened to to cope when dumped by that man 

man she met told her that he knew the lay of that land

land was familiar

familiar to him and her

her story wasn't exclusive 

exclusive but this new guy was now included in it

it led them to belong

belong with a ring on her ring finger and watching corny movies together movies like King Kong

King Kong sized Love

Love that when they looked into each other's eyes they saw doves and fireworks

fireworks in the soul all because of a song

play the song for the humans that don't even know me

blast the instrumentals for the homies 

and the lonlies

for the people who need a "one and only"

 

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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