Tell it to my eyes… Look me in the face!


How many songs now?
How many if any
Were ever any damn good
Looking back now I suppose I could honestly answer-
Either none…
Or every damn one…
Not the rhymes or meter
Nor the break of lines…
Just every ounce of heart I poured out
Every time
But ill tell you this my love
Nights like these
I have a hard time telling between
The genius and....
The disease

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