вторник, 22 ноември 2011 г.

Rhythm that could be sung


I sing a song to myself. A song nobody would hear.
The melody is made by your touch, the notes are your fingertips and tongue.
It gets louder and louder. I hope you can hear it now.
' Cuz I sing a song about you. The only song I'd ever now. The sound of my heart.

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