Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Posts tagged ‘music’

radiowaves

heart grows soft and suddenly, from somewhere out of the air fogged up by mist, clouds, and smoke of the years burning and drifting away with…

from smoke

composers hold the wires of their brain together, creating sparks to collect smoke, dust, and dark into a musical melody to paint light across the night…

of music

music is my love she’ll bleed for me or laugh for me when push comes to shove she’ll yell at me or accuse me gently yet…