Sharps
June 05, 2003
The days dwindled down,
until the last note rang out,
a sad bitter sharp,
and then there was nothing but memories. And I saw you hunched over in your chair,
your headphones were blaring,
and the music was the only thing,
keeping you alive. You hung on to every note,
and every drawn out chorus,
you swayed with the force of it all,
and shuttered with the sad bitter sharps. And i know that the picture on your desk tortures you,
You stared at it is you swayed away,
falling deeper in the music than you ever knew you could,
It hurt when i noticed,
you started to hold on to sad bitter sharps. Be sure to read my last entry if you havent already...i just wrote this and had to save it. liz**
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