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I wish you were with me
The way we liked to be
Today I'm not alone
But then,you were never gone
No matter how much they tried
True love has never died
We are holding our hands so tight
.....our hopes ever so high,
My love do not despair,
You are not alone out there.
No guy and girl would EVER
want to watch a movie that had
no soundtrack
or go to a concert just to see
the people play their instruments.
Yes, you may claim to have music
as your hobby but many others are
extremely passionate about it too.
Without music, what would have
happened to Bach, Beethoven, Haydn,
Scarlatti, Clementi, Vivaldi, and others?
Saying "it's just music" is like saying
"it's just life."
Life is beautiful, passionate, tragic, comedic, playful, intense and even stressful sometimes.
Think about it.
Life and music go hand in hand.
Instead of saying "it's just music"
I urge you to say
**"let there be music!"
When the dust is kicked up
and everything from the
hidden recesses of my mind
are revealed,
I hear quarter tones.

When my emotions
soar up high into the air and
EXPLODE like firecrackers,
I hear quarter tones.

When my friends look right
through me like a
clear, single-paned window.
I hear quarter tones.

So close are those quarter tones to the true note yet they are never on-pitch.

I am a quarter tone.
Quarter tones are increments of 25 in scales between every note known to man. They are creepy and don't sound good to my ears.
Every night at exactly  the same time
I listen carefully
For your sweet innocent voice
To give me joy
And give me hope
To give me happiness
To give me strength
To never give up
....every morning
At exactly the same time
A little bird sings happily
In search for her love
And I smile a little
As I
want to shout
I'm here my love
I'm ready to fly.
The heart composes music
that nobody can hear
except yourself.
Imagina un mar de estrellas
estirado por todas direcciones.
Te conoceré allá
abajo el cielo de agua.

Imagine a sea of stars
stretched in all directions.
I will meet you there
underneath the sky of water.
If my Spanish grammar is off, please tell me. Si este poema no tiene gramática correcta, por favor dime.
We all want that
old-couple-sitting-on-a-bench
kind of love.
A love that lasts a lifetime.
Rage ripples through my veins
like cheese on top of a pizza
ready to be taken out of the oven.

*"Be careful. I'm hot to the touch."
Is it okay if I just
listened to your voice
*one more time?
We're just friends.*

The scorpion sting.
The fatal blow.
The final breath.

The friend zone.
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