CD player
Nice talks nice walks with CD player on my back. Music for my sorrowful ears, alternative folk songs, that will stay with us for evermore. I thought we were something, but I guess I was just another CD on your list, a track so beautiful that you couldn’t skip it. This track was a masterpiece, only one of its kind, peculiar, too hard to comprehend. I hope, you’ve enjoyed every second of me, cause I’m not forever, I’m only six minutes and twenty-one seconds. Longer than I’ve waited for you to play me… A track that got lost in translation. You told me I was your favourite, track after the track, I hope not every track heard that line, cause I love the idea of being special. You’ve told me you were an old CD that can be played once by everybody and then be put under the bed, but this time tables turned, and I was played, a single track that was stuck in your head with the most beautiful bridge in history. I hope I was your favourite. late nights late ups late nights without response I can
