Dance Summary: I wonder, how this ballroom would feel if it were to be filled with other people. Would I still be lost in your gaze or would I notice the man on the piano? PruHun.
Sometimes, in the back of my mind I know someone's there waiting for me, pressing on a key and making such a beautiful note for me.
He's not the only one that does it either. I'm aware that there are lots of people still playing a game of tug o' war with me with no idea of how empty my heart is when it comes to them.
But actually, in some instances, they pull hard, he pulls hard.
I know I can't lose what I already have. I don't need a phyrric victory. The reddish- purple eyes of who I'm dancing with lock mine in place, and with that, the key is forever lost.
I hear his notes on the piano, his fingers possessed with skill playing such a sweet call out to me.
I hear him. Yes, but I can't look, not even a glance or a peek from the corner of my eye.
Because I'm already bound with another.
And he, can never find what's invisible to the eyes and lost in indescribable and overwhelming feelings.
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