You are an orchestra
I am the instruments
And our love is a symphony
It’s so loud and so overwhelming
The strings of my heart are weak
But ever so piercing, because your touch is rosin
Your skin meeting mine tunes my body
And your hand on the bow of my violin
My hands on the keys of your piano
Is tranquility
And my voice from another planet
Not cutting through, but uniting with yours
Creates the most beautiful harmony
A harmony that pushed new air into my lungs
Detoxed my veins
And brings my heart back
Back to key
Back to life
Back to our symphony.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
You are an orchestra
I am the instruments
And our love is a symphony
It’s so loud and so overwhelming
The strings of my heart are weak
But ever so piercing, because your touch is rosin
Your skin meeting mine tunes my body
And your hand on the bow of my violin
My hands on the keys of your piano
Is tranquility
And my voice from another planet
Not cutting through, but uniting with yours
Creates the most beautiful harmony
A harmony that pushed new air into my lungs
Detoxed my veins
And brings my heart back
Back to key
Back to life
Back to our symphony.
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