The Pianist

otto.

tuscan countryside
vineyards
winding roads
picturesque

german metropolis
pavement
labyrinth of streets
urban

she plays
nimble fingers
dancing
on a keyboard
ivory and ebony

he plays
strong legs
running
on the pitch
green and white

they remember
each other

their secrets
their kisses
their whispers
their fingers intertwined
their love letters
their everything

she regrets
and tries to forget
let it fade to black

he yearns
and wishes to earn
her affections back

she was left
blind

he was left
scarred

was it worth it
they wonder

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just been writing a ton lately, literally five or six things at once

can school just not start again, please

xx alina