10. We clash.
We went to the First Thursday.
I'm always inspired when i go. Soo... sighs.
We Clash.
(Pairing in mind-Jaesu)
General.
PG13. Slight suggestive messages.
I would srsly appreciate it if you do NOT take the pic out of lj.
AT ALL. thank you.
Rolling and falling.
Catching and crashing.
Blending, fading-
Music
Let me hear you baby, catching your moans between lips and songs. Melodies unwind and new measures begin. Melting away pieces, movements of the fourth in B flat.
Minors between your sharp and my flat. Major chord progressions as we reach, beginning our song together. A new piece. A new beginning. A symphony waiting to be heard. We love.
We kiss and dance and sing away the black scribbled notes on faded white paper.
It’s you, it’s me, it’s us.
Learning to love, falling for love, being in love. The way you portray your sounds through movements beyond the heart, taking your audience to a whole new world. Singing under the sea and on a flying carpet. Taking me higher and higher to the point of ecstasy.
Our bodies mold together. Harmonies exposing our world. Locking together. Moving to the rhythm of the beat. We lay like notes stacked upon notes creating a beautiful chord, locking into a more beautiful song.
Our fermata hanging on the life, coming together. Releasing ourselves, painting the air with our wonderful colors, our sound, our love.
We relax, counting our rests. The height of our love, the forte of our piece and the key changes. It takes a different course through horrendous, unforgettable, frightening, clashing of melodies and augmented chords. It fights, we fight.
Our clefs hang together. The bass rocking my sweet emotions and the treble molding into you, we last. We hold our breaths and for a second, for a split second we think that it’s worth it. The rehearsals, sweat, tears, and warnings.
But our sound continues to ring and play and we will never perform a wrong note. Once you play, win or lose, the vibrations carry through the air and you’ll never see it again. One sound, one love. Our love. It’s you, it’s me, it’s us.
We kiss and dance and sing away the black scribbled notes on the faded white paper.
Yeah, you heard me,
I love you
I'm always inspired when i go. Soo... sighs.
We Clash.
(Pairing in mind-Jaesu)
General.
PG13. Slight suggestive messages.
I would srsly appreciate it if you do NOT take the pic out of lj.
AT ALL. thank you.
Rolling and falling.
Catching and crashing.
Blending, fading-
Music
Let me hear you baby, catching your moans between lips and songs. Melodies unwind and new measures begin. Melting away pieces, movements of the fourth in B flat.
Minors between your sharp and my flat. Major chord progressions as we reach, beginning our song together. A new piece. A new beginning. A symphony waiting to be heard. We love.
We kiss and dance and sing away the black scribbled notes on faded white paper.
It’s you, it’s me, it’s us.
Learning to love, falling for love, being in love. The way you portray your sounds through movements beyond the heart, taking your audience to a whole new world. Singing under the sea and on a flying carpet. Taking me higher and higher to the point of ecstasy.
Our bodies mold together. Harmonies exposing our world. Locking together. Moving to the rhythm of the beat. We lay like notes stacked upon notes creating a beautiful chord, locking into a more beautiful song.
Our fermata hanging on the life, coming together. Releasing ourselves, painting the air with our wonderful colors, our sound, our love.
We relax, counting our rests. The height of our love, the forte of our piece and the key changes. It takes a different course through horrendous, unforgettable, frightening, clashing of melodies and augmented chords. It fights, we fight.
Our clefs hang together. The bass rocking my sweet emotions and the treble molding into you, we last. We hold our breaths and for a second, for a split second we think that it’s worth it. The rehearsals, sweat, tears, and warnings.
But our sound continues to ring and play and we will never perform a wrong note. Once you play, win or lose, the vibrations carry through the air and you’ll never see it again. One sound, one love. Our love. It’s you, it’s me, it’s us.
We kiss and dance and sing away the black scribbled notes on the faded white paper.
Yeah, you heard me,
I love you