If My Heart Could Speak

If you could listen to my heart,
you would hear:
Love (sic) because my brother has the best music taste.
Reggation, but the classic ones my dad would play in the car
with the bass at 100.
The cumbias my mom taught me to dance to.
Talking to the Moon on blast, 
reminding me of driving through the highways of Denver.
The heaviest metal you can think of
to head bang and mosh.
Ricardo Arjona, the gem of my motherland.
Corridos to reminisce the one I still love.
Indie songs to remind me of my adolescence.
Ariana Grande, who's music I share a love for
with my best friend.
Marimba for my grandpa who dances to it
in the clouds.
$uicideboy$ as my dark, guilty pleasure.
Soul and oldies that affirm being a hopeless romantic.
I take these songs everywhere I go.
Not a single song skipped.