Let The Music Play Poem by Louis Borgo

Shelter house late night bridge that collide write there own timeline

I I I see grey leaves warm pattern of curl hair and sweet lullabies

Oh i just wanna know your name



String from a threat page to a map if time took to long this be the note page for reminder

If the music play all night would be alright or message through the keyboard

I want to know your name


String from a baseline curl like heaven without the shadow from below

What features she beholds I guess I call her Beauty is her name

I I I want know your name

Let the music Play