Ya había pasado una semana desde aquella interacción, Emma no dejaba de pensar en aquellos ojos azules, de tanto solo recordarlo se ruborizaba totalmente y odiaba sentir aquello pues sabía que el chico nunca se fijaría en ella, con tantas modelos con las que seguramente convivía diario. Así que hizo lo que mejor sabia, comenzó a componer una canción lo cual siempre le ayudaba a desahogarse. Saco su diario y empezó a escribir
Gleaming Twinkling Eyes like sinking ships On waters so inviting I almost jump in I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you
Ya había dado la noche y la letra ya estaba completa, así que entro al estudio de su padre para experimentar un poco con el piano. Un par de horas después la canción estaba lista, así que decidió comenzar a grabar con la cámara de su celular.
Gleaming Twinkling Eyes like sinking ships On waters so inviting I almost jump in But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush What must it be like To grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door At dinner parties I call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town We wandered 'round had never Seen a love as pure as it And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause you know it could never be 'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush What must it be like To grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore I can't dare to dream about you anymore At dinner parties Won't call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town We never found will never See a love as pure as it 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it will never be Gleaming Twinkling Eyes like sinking ships On waters so inviting I almost jump in
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"gold rush, espero les guste ;)"
Cuando termino de publicarlo, escucho como alguien abría la puerta del estudio.
