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( i wrote a song about you last night it had the strangest melody. )
Only recently had lyrics begun to make their way into the margins of his leather notebook. The one to write had usually been yixing with his guitar and tender vocals. Unlike a rap verse the words were mild, tapping his utensil against his lip he felt dreary. It was a golden-haired girl that had caught his attention while walking down the street. He had been struck by her image into a fit of paper and ink. Classic. That is how he viewed her. Though there was nothing he really knew except that view. A single glance could mesmerize you, but hadn’t he been told looks were deceiving? With the sun quickly fading he made a small pact with himself. He was overdue for a day off and maybe she’d return to the same spot. Tomorrow. Find the girl.
After an exhausted lean back into his desk chair he looked over at the clock settled on his bedside table. The glowing three forty-five am told him it was time to shut off the lights. The boy raised himself, stretching a set of tired limbs overhead. A fall onto his comforter was enough to lull him to sleep, muttering lowly as he drifted off. i’d rather be alone than lonely..
