Intro
She touches keys of black and white
A soundcheck
Alone on the stage with red velvet curtains
Her heart, a place, waiting to be filled by her music enthusiast
An amuse-bouche
Do Re Mi
She thinks of his voice
The way her name was uttered
By that perfect piece of skin
His lips
An amuse-bouche
Fa So La
She thinks of the color of his iris
And how she sees that her feelings are right
Everytime his meet hers
His eyes
An amuse-bouche
La Ti Do
She thinks he's the black keys
And how she'd just prefer to press the peaceful white keys
But she realizes she needs the chaotic black to make music too
Him
An amuse-bouche
Something that tickles her palate before the real meal arrives
Outro
She touches keys of black and white
Alone on the stage with red velvet curtains
Or so she assumes...
He's her music enthusiast
Hidden somewhere her thick-walled auditorium
Secretly listening to the tunes of her heart
An amuse-bouche
He can't wait until the real meal arrives
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PoetryDear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIM...
