Thursday, July 9, 2009

Metaphor

Monday, June 15, 2009

That music has the base to drown out.

A tune familiar and my head rocks slow.

Lyrics true that bring me back to the day.

Laid out sweet a story I too know well.

Voice so pure when it sells its soul for you.

A time machine that takes you anywhere.

Song knows my history and plays loud.

It is the jam that made me this smooth.

I live to that beat in my head replayed.

That song is my favorite one I ever heard.

For another I will never fall until the next.

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