Rock You

I’m an old and worn record player,
And my soul is bigger than my ego,
Let me play through the scratches,
Skips, dips and empty space,
Let me play to your ear,
My old rusty sound from yesteryear.

I’m a creaky rocking chair,
And my comfort is vast and true,
Let me rock your ails away,
Quiet noise in silent space,
I rock, you sway,
Closed eyes, lay deep into me.

Trust me like an old fixture,
I’ll make you feel good,
Leave better than you came,
Cause I rocked you in so many ways,
We’ll find your groove, your smile,
And if as goes well, you’ll stay a while.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com
(inspired by A. White)