11/13/2011 11:50 pm
the strains of guitars and violins
weeping and fierce in its beauty
the beat of the bass and drums
breaking and touching the ground
the piano sits centerstage in its lonesome
black and white keys controls the crowd
the words echo with haunting sweetness
barely masking the pain and the tears fall
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the stage is all set up once again
invisible and private yet eyes stare
recognition and resigned to its fate
the stars start to come out
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wishes and sighs float up the sky
can somebody sing like him to me
he barely speaks to her and walks away
she stares and almost ran after him
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