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when you play the piano for me it’s like you’re letting me into your zone. into your diary, those secret hidden places become alive when your fingertips tap the keys. 
when you look at me and smile after you mess up and tell me you suck at life, we laugh and then you start all over again 
over and over our song is being played
over and over again you’re letting me read your diary line by line, key by key every note and error when you try again

Reviews

[hannah]

"those secret hidden places become alive when your fingertips tap the keys. "

this is such a sweet, innocent sounding poem and i love how you use the piano as the connecting point.. another lovely write!

[luxx]

Aww thank you. I really appreciate the feedback

[hannah]

you're welcome c: