We’re sitting on your bed listening to your new record player
But your voice is the real music to me
Our laughter creates harmonies that I swear would put a Broadway musical to shame
And the sound of your eyes is a ringing in my ears that I never want to go away
You rest your head on my shoulder as you grow tired, and I’m praying that you can’t hear the feelings that I am breathing out so quickly
My heart is beating so hard against my chest, I’m scared it will break through my ribs
And what may look like a blush to you, feels like a volcano to me
All my blood rushing to the crook of my neck your head seems to fit so perfectly in
Can you feel my skin burning?
Can you see straight through it, because I feel translucent
Can you hear the song of my body rising to full volume?
Because of you.
I’m just a hopeless romantic
A slow indie acoustic and you’re a punk rock head banger, unable to hear anything over the sound of your own screaming
But as you scream for love, hands stretched out, looking for someone to wrap their arms around you, I’ll stay sitting next to you, humming my affection
And as your friend, I’ll help you search, even though I know it won’t be my arms to embrace you in the end
But, ****, if only I could get into those headphones of yours
My tears would turn into musical notes between the lines of my notebook paper
And I would sing
I’d breathe the lyrics of “loved” against your fair cheeks
I’d make sure that “cared for” was stained in lipstick on the palms of your reaching hands
So that you always have something to hold onto
So that you always have someone to hold onto
And I don’t even expect you to sing along
I just hope that you’ll listen
Because I just keep thinking
How beautiful you would look dressed in a classical symphony
So I’ll play you on the ivory
I’ll harmonize to your melody
And I’ll be sitting right here next to you, in case you ever need me to sing