Musical ComfortA Story by Brooklyn
I sit at the piano.
And think of the past days. You and I were so happy. Every time you laughed, I would smile with joy. Each touch seemed like a dream. Each kiss was enchanting. Each 'I Love You' was worth pounds of gold. I just wanted to be with you. Happily Ever After. But she came. Told lies behind my back. You believed her. She stole your heart. She broken mine. Every time you laughed, I cried because it was for her not me. Every time you touched, I saw red because it was for her not me. Every time you kissed I would feel pain because it was for her not me. Every time you said 'I Love You' my heart would break more because it was for her not me. We broke up. After weeks of lying and backstabbing. We broke up. Said we were better off as friends. Each one of your calls went to voicemail. Each text, I deleted. Each time I ignored you. I now sit at the piano. And I lay my fingers on the ivory tiles. I play. I play about times when I was happy. And the music chases away my fears and worries. It envelops on a comforting blanket. As I keep playing. © 2017 BrooklynAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 18, 2017 Last Updated on February 19, 2017 AuthorBrooklynFayetteville, NCAboutI am very creative, music loving, and lazy. But I love to read and write.😀😀 more..Writing
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