It's become a routine Letting guys use me I settle for below my league Or so my friends tell me From mental disabilities To family issues They still get me on my knees I don't want to be the lock I want to be the keys Choosing which door I fit Not letting them unlock me
Piano trilling Drums thrilling Bass pumps straight through your heart Guitar screams, Keys dream, Vocals piercing like a dart— Mist shifts Mood lifts Hot chills electric down your spine Crowd yells Colors swell Lift your hands, lose your sense of time...
as the light keys of the piano drift smoothly and swiftly across my fingers i played as the melody sings the piano keys seemed heavier by the second as i played softer and softer the voice became louder and louder the melody disrupted