My Confession

With ever beat I hear

It washes away my fear

To know at least one understands me

That one is music; it always sets me free

 

Wither its dark or light

It always makesme smile bright

There's always one to set the mood

It never fails to sooth

 

As I write this to you

I do not feel blue

For music is helping me out

Writing this poem isn't making me shout

 

It also makes life colorful

Making life meaninful

If you could only see my smile

You'd know it could shine for miles

 

Helping me out when times are ruff

It helps make my heart tuff

Do you understand now?

My face can never frown

 

It keeps me moving

And also improving

You might not share my obsession

But this is why its called my confesion

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