The Key to His Heart is Not in My Hands

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I copied and pasted this from my youtube account: DemiSelandJB

i wont do fandoms i just wanted to post this one :D

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Seeing him took a minute.

Liking him took a week.

Loving him took a year.

Learning the song in his heart...can't be done.

His lyrics are like a melody of a bird. You hear it and think it's wonderful, but you don't know the meaning of it. Nick writes his songs and every word of them are his feelings. His songs usually have a soft beat, but his voice comes out like an angel. Watching him perform is like watching as a bird builds its nest and boy when he sings I soar. I feel as if I'm flying without wings, but who needs them? I shook my head as I came out of day dreaming.

"Nick?" I said softly to him.

"Yes, my love," His voice was velvet smooth as he spoke gently.

"Would you sing me to sleep tonight?" I asked carefully. Nick sometimes got defensive and refused to sing when he felt like he was being taken advantage of.

"Of course," He laughed softy and I absorbed the sound so I could keep it forever.

"Hello Beautiful, how's it goin'? I hear it's wonderful in California...." As he was singing I smiled as he got lost in his world. I closed my eyes and knocked on the door of his world. But he never let me in.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 26, 2010 ⏰

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