At first meeting she was fascinated,
not only by him but what he did,
having the same ***** in genres.

Second time was mind opening
blue shorts with a  violin and a bow
her eyes led up not only to how he play
but how his eyes shut, bitten lips and emotions shown on his face.
Her heart kept beating fast as thou she was racing.

Late night conversations only brought her closer,
little did she know she liked him more than she should have, only to know he has a wall built in front of him,
flaunting  how good he is,
videos of him playing jamming her phone
iCloud too full to upload more media.
checking  social media just to admire even more.
she feels in love already and ready to commit,
allowing him to get the first kiss and  **** the soul out of her like an incubus in control, with a firm grip held her face with love, or so she thought.
Thinking she could break down the wall, she held on to him,
only she got hurt every time she's not with him, passing her like a stranger with cold hello and bye,
but best friends in the room.
Leaving a trail of men wanting to make her a queen but crawls to one that makes her suffer, cold text replies and short conversation as the days pass.

Happy face to cover blood tears from her heart, listening to him talk about a girl he likes, smiles not to show desperation, asking herself what she is doing wrong.
she waits still to hear him say the right words, hoping to some day break the wall