when i listen to you play,
i fall in love with the
way your fingers
dance across
the keys,
the way
your passion
sparkles
as you play,
the way you
so easily lose
yourself in the music.
sitting on the piano bench,
i fall in love with not only you,
but the music you play.
- "sitting on the piano bench"
YOU ARE READING
to the boy she loves
Poetrythis is to the boy, i will never stop loving. this is for you, pretty boy.
