My heart has been confusing lately, which is, honestly, at a super inconvenient time since my finals are just around the corner.
Thinking of you
Checking my phone again,
again. Still no notifications.
Checking my phone again.
Open up Facebook on my browser and
I see no reds on the top right.
Close it. Time to do work. Open up
Microsoft. Type in the header of my essay.
Open up Facebook on my browser.
Do you think of me as much as I do of you?
Of course not. You are amazing, but so is she.
She is kind and caring and broken just for you.
You love her and I... I think of you.
Your hands are magic; the way they move -
dynamic. The music you produce, the music
you command, you capture the heart of
songs and songbirds alike, your voice
resonates the world and makes it
pause
for a minum.
You sang for me once. The keys engraved in my soul.
I still feel the trills and they bring me gliss.
I can't believe it.
I don't believe it.
I cannot believe it.
You are like a work of art; so abstract.
Your heart beats to the rhythm of a dance.
Your alluring eyes amazes me every time -
seamlessly symmetrical like periodic alliteration in a poem.
Your smile, your comforting smile,
bends like the smirk of a quaver rest.
Your clef, sexy as always, tugs on
the bold hard strings of my stave.
Sharps and flats everywhere.
But you are hers and I am not yours.
Those lips belong to her.
Those hugs belong to her.
You belong to her and I am behind the
lens of this happy moment captured indefinitely.
Let me check Facebook one more time.
Do you think of me as much as I do of you?
Of course not. Your dream is her.
On another note, here is my newest composition for SATB: When I Was Your Man
Also, this is one of the better guitar playing I've done in the past year that i've been trying to learn. Please excuse all the mistakes everywhere. :x
La La La (with guitar)
