she plays with my heart like a violin sometimes the sounds that come out are sweet and lovely, like the sweet scents of her perfume, and sometimes the sounds that come out are sad and shallow, like the ways in which i feel that she's not feeling the words that seem to come out my mouth. She plays with grace, along with her beauty it makes sweet music together whenever her and i are together she follows the song of my crying heart and plays along with it like it seems as if she understands what my heart wants to tell her. as if her and my heart were one, she feels what i feel, and she knows the feelings in which i have for her. And the music that we make is sweet music in both our ears.
she plays with my heart
March 25, 2011