one of the most beautiful music
is hearing someone talk about their dreams
the way their voice sings glee and passion,
how every word from their mouth seemed like a musical note
one of the most beautiful sight
is seeing the way their eyes glisten,
how it shines like a million galaxy in the sky
and how the corners of their lips curl up in a smile
then they stop to pause—
their lips no longer curl,
their eyes no longer glisten,
the once breathtaking scenery,
turned into a desolated land.
they bow their heads and apologize,
and it's sad.
how many souls have told them
they weren't meant for something great?
—combustingcolours
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