Bad Poetry

Sweet Music

I’m in love with the sweet music in my life

Trailing its fingers along my arms softly and

whispering me to sleep 

Clouds of liquor, 

making the details of my life that keep me awake at night,

fuzzy

And I still feel it’s gentle touches,

long after my eyes closed for the night

I even feel it the morning after,

while the sleep still scratches at my eyes, 

my arms adorn goosebumps

A subtle nudge to wake up,

it lingers,

it keeps me safe,

keeps me humming