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About a girl translating her heart into words, and wonder if she should share. |
| The Sinister Serenades. There beyond the shadows, beyond the wilderness, beyond the vista of the naked eye. Sits a girl. She sits alone, on a bench. On her stomach with only a pen and paper. With only one person on her mind. And writes as fast as she can, as to not exclude a detail of his smile, only seconds ago. Oh curse her undependabe mind. She hums a sweet tune, and composes her sorrowful symphony. Her pen flying, her memory fading. It's beautiful, amazing, lilting, poetic. Lovely. And her smile falls into a frown, she knows he will never hear it. Her beautiful serenade, to her sweet lover. She, too timid a girl would never as to mention such a thing. She wouldn't risk ruining what they have. She can imagine his face, confused, disgusted. As she playes her sinister serenade. |