The Musician

She’s that one voice on the other side of the phone that’ll be keeping you awake through cold winter nights. She’s that one desperate ‘sigh’ at the end of a sentence your story is incomplete without. She’s that one complicated smell on a windy winter evening that tastes like summer but feels like a thousand raindrops on your skin. She’s that one faded shooting star in your sky that you wish on every night, even though she’s not there. She’s that one person you can see from a million miles away and still fall for every time you remember her. She’s that one beautiful flower in the middle of the forest that’s the answer to all your prayers, the cure to all your diseases. She’s the one flower you can never get, but you want and you die for everyday.



She’s the one that’s been killing me with her song.