What I Need

January 21, 2016

The one thing that calms and comforts,

Holds me while I cry even when it buffers.

The words are there while I rant,

Even though sometimes it makes me pant

For breath and leaves tears streaming down my face,

It helps me with the pain I cannot seem to erase.

Music,

Music is the one thing I cannot live without

It makes life more sensible when I think about things I care about.

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