You smile, curious
And I think you want to touch my back
To pull me in or push me forward
I don’t know
But then you walk away
And pull her by your side
You smile, replete
And without your touch
I was pushed
The bitterly romantic blunder,
Plays a note she voiced along.
The tunes release a deep held wonder,
From the heart an early song.
The blue born city we acquired,
Has no music in her rooms,
Bound to hazard his fervent fire,
Burning love to fill the tombs.
What is old is also fleeting,
All must fly across the storm.
A little girl somewhere is sleeping,
While the father loses form.
You smile, curious
And I think you want to touch my back
To pull me in or push me forward
I don’t know
But then you walk away
And pull her by your side
You smile, replete
And without your touch
I was pushed
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Man. I love how these little short stories can move you to tears in less than four pages.
Well, I would like to provide something, but I never thought up any characters. Perhaps I will come up with something and get back to you. I do support what you're doing. It sounds very appealing. Good luck with it.