DAYSCREAM

I am the strings.

I am the strings that carry her melody.

I am the thing.

The ugly, unknown

I am underneath her fingers, as she sings.

I am the daydream that stops her in her tracks.

But she is the daylight that slips through the cracks.

Yes, I am the promise she wants to take back.

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