She carried herself like
She only just recently found her beauty,
Smiling shyly behind masks of joy.
I guess that's what brought him to her.
Pretty soon,
They were wrapped in each other,
Like a pair of tangled earphones,
They sang melodies
To each other,
Bringing smiles
And passing notes back and forth.
But like all music,
There will always be a pause,
Then a skip,
Then a resume.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
She carried herself like
She only just recently found her beauty,
Smiling shyly behind masks of joy.
I guess that's what brought him to her.
Pretty soon,
They were wrapped in each other,
Like a pair of tangled earphones,
They sang melodies
To each other,
Bringing smiles
And passing notes back and forth.
But like all music,
There will always be a pause,
Then a skip,
Then a resume.
Idk lol...
Color confused
By jaymay
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