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May 2012
You pluck at the strings of my heart,
Almost as well as you pluck at the strings of your guitar.
But honestly, both send chills up my spine;
Make my eyes, like spotlights, shine.

You tap out the rythm of the song,
With each beat comes reasurrance that I belong.
It makes me close my eyes and smile;
Glues me to my chair for a while.

You unintentionally hum out the tune,
Your perfect imperfections send me to the moon.
It makes me wek in the knees,
And all at once, time seems to freeze.

You stroll through the halls,
Just like you roam through my daydreams.
It makes me dumb;
Makes it so hard for me to breathe.

You catch my gaze from across the room,
Just like you caught me off guard
That first February night on my porch,
Back then I didn't know it would be so hard.

You pluck at the strings of my heart,
Almost as well as you pluck at the strings of your guitar...
But not quite.
Tori Barnes
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