How he sings with
His open soul
So we can see
How's he feeling
Not giving a damn
About everything or anyone
You know that's what he's
All about
Letting everything out
Laid bare
So we stop and stare
While he drags on a cigarette
Or swigs from a bottle
But you know
You and I wanna see
His torso laden tattoo
When he sings
With closed eyes
So you his soul is laid bare!
YOU ARE READING
Matty Healy
PoetryHi everyone. it's been a while since I've been on here, but I'm back. This is some poetry about my beloved Matty. Hope you enjoy reading it.
