(A/N: not exactly a one shot but here you go)

I wish I could say,
All the words I keep bottled up,
Without feeling scared.


The tunes in my head,
Trailing words I never said,
Coursing through the air.


Laughter filled the air,
A crisp breeze flew through their hair,
Grins everywhere.

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