It is as the first music notes play in my ears that I am brutally reminded of the reason I did not play that song for so long.
It is now too late to ignore it and run away, I cannot be a coward this time. I face my sorrow and listen carefully to every beat drop that serves as another stab in the heart.
And for all the songs we did not get to play, I will be ready for the funeral. I will keep my promises after all.
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Faces Of The City
PoetryThe city seemed cold It just had nothing to offer But as the city grew old It got a little bit better If I had been told A year ago that I'd love her I would have laughed I would've said something bitter But the city now holds A little bit of my...
