Composure

Composure

I can’t help but feel honored,
Especially when you
Hit those high notes
So elegantly.

I get to be the sole
Extra instrument in the
Symphony of your life,
And you play the heartstrings.

You’re every song I’m addicted to,
A note from strings I couldn’t think to
Dream even if I had wished so much
To catch the shortest glimpses of.

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