The music hits much harder at 2am.
My white headphones stand out in the dark, my body hidden in the sheets hiding from the cold. I hear the delicate piano keys and then his voice. It is beautiful and the lyrics make so much more sense at the hour that nothing else does.
I can see him, fighting back tears at the sight of him. He has a smile that is so bright and knowing who he is makes the music so much better.
I lean my head against the wall and sigh as the lyrics run through my head.
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PoetrySometimes you just feel sad and empty but never fear, some people feel the same! Anyway, this book is not a story but shot book.
