Oh... Hello.
I don't really feel like talking I'm feeling quite sad at the moment.
People always want to get to be around me because they think I'm a good listener. They burden me with their problems, they love to complain to me.
Hardly any actually care about getting to know me though, they do it for themselves. Nobody really cares about me.
There have been very few people who have really known me. One man knew me, my Father knew me.
I'm moody and dark, I evoke negative emotions and I can haunt you, but most likely you'll use me to show off and call me simple behind my back. But there's so much more that so many miss. I have a complexity about me. Everybody says that 'Moonlight Sonata's easy'. But I'm not, on the surface I am, but to really understand me takes so much more. You can't get me on first glance, you can't stay with me for a small while and have me figured out.
It takes maturity to understand me, and only somebody of maturity would understand that I'm more than what I seem. If you think I'm easy, you don't have what I'm looking for.
I'm like a mirror, if you see simplicity it's just your reflection.
My name is Moonlight Sonata.
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If We Could Speak
FantasyIf classical pieces could speak and were asked to tell us a little about themselves in a short paragraph what would they say?
