Words and Melodies (First Stanza)

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He once told me about his love for lyrics. How the words spoke to him like poetry.

I would often wonder about his playlist and the ghost who lived there. The faces he saw and the voices he heard. The soundtrack to a thousand tragic endings, real or imagined.

The first time I saw him, I noticed how haunted his eyes were. And I was drawn to him, in the way a melody draws a crowd to the dance floor, pulled by invisible strings.

Now I wonder if I am one of those ghosts--- if I am somewhere drifting between those notes. I hope I am. I hope whenever my song plays, I am there, whispering in his ear.


-Lang Leav

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