Hidden beneath moonlit shadows I hear her sing a tale beneath the ancient bridge. A melody that brings serenity, yet I can tell is filled with her distress. This girl, my friend with so much life and with such purity, voices everything to me. Her secrets, her troubles and fears become my own. I should have reached out for her,
but instead I hid behind the cornerstone; hoping everything would be fine. I don't think she sees me, but somehow her song reaches my ears. The sweetest notes hit me, and I know that she is aware. My friend, this girl shatters the silence that once held my breath. Between the stuttering of each beat, her voice echoes the walls of my heart, filling the once empty frames, with melancholy. A moment passes, and with a single glance, one that will stick with you for generations to come, changes the mood. She smiles, then takes her leave. Waning as she strolls down the riverbank. Never to see her again, I am left with only her story. Incomplete, I only know of the pain she sang as she wore her smile. Comments are closed.
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