If i could craft the music like i can my words
a symphony the likes unheard
of swelling melodies
and harmonious notes dot
the lines of the clefs bereft
my thoughts emote
the rhythms aligned so softly
to float your weary mind away
to the thoughts of green
If i could pen a rest in time
like the periods of these lines
it would stop your breath and halt your mind
and then noise again vibrantly shining
the violin strings would echo your name
in chorus sing the pleasant refrains
of my arm on your shoulder
the bass line wouldn't smolder
but hold her head up like my fingers on your chin
and the brass section i'd play would
begin to step in and sway your hips
and we'd dance, yes we'd dance
If I could beat a drum to mimic our hearts
when we're holding each other to start
the timpani would be deafening
and the snares it would be fair to say
delicate claps of the finger play between our hands
the band alive from the bass drum beats
that swell behind and lifts our feets
in four four time to waltz again
and look back to stare those times, we smile within.
I like this so much and I am going to post these Eminem lyrics it reminds me of because I heard them earlier in Garrett's car when I was missing you
ReplyDeleteMusic is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when you're real
and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it
'cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when it's at it's end.
Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.
I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in.
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me.
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me.
Even though half you people got a fucking problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.