Music

  Every time I close my eyes
nothing comes to mind
but that music of mine
not that hip-hop beat
but the words you sang to me
in the sweet tone, you damn pwn
and yet you still think your voice
is like scratching nails on a chalkboard
but we all know that, you're just saying that
and you're the best damn singer we'll ever know
but you seem shy in that way
it's kind of cute you know

everything I think of those songs
you would sing to me
and every time you said to me
it's sounds bad, I'm not going to sing
I'd tell you that you could
you simply said no and that was the end of it
but news flash you could

you could do that voice so well
to the point where mine sounds like
the nails against the chalkboard
so you say damn i'm good
as I figured you would
just listen to your voice
because that's the real shit
and where the real music comes
you know i'm right
don't deny
so tell me you love me anyways
even after this crappy poem of mine