Monday, May 14, 2012

A Cloudy Afternoon When the Sky was No Longer Blue

As his fingertip ran down on her cheek
The air stuck in her lungs and the second was reluctant to tick
His fingers beautifully danced on the strings
Aired the melodies she couldn’t sing

“Is it bad?” she asked
“What’s bad?” he replied
“To be happy and afraid at the same time.”

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