Be warned: this is the kind of post that will make you say, “WHAT. WHAT IS THIS.”
Just go with it, OK? I don’t post stuff this weird all the time. And now, I present . . .
The brunette and the blonde.
The feisty and the withdrawn.
The Parisian and the small town girl.
and the guitar.
Such different personalities.
Such different ways of life.
Playing together under a streetlamp
In the dying light.
Fallen leaves dusted the sidewalk.
We had all the time in the world to talk.
This lead to that,
And when the clock struck ten,
You said that we should try
Being best friends.
All was well, and our notes danced through the air
As the autumn breeze blew through our hair.
And while our friendship grew and grew,
Our instruments found the same sweet tune.
“Let’s go,” I said, “you and I.”
“We’ll play our music for the world . . .”
“Side by side.”
With songs on our lips,
And joy in our hearts,
We began our great adventure.
And that is where my rather pathetic poem will end. Because I honestly have no desire to continue it. Sorry, not sorry.
However, I do have a lot more pictures to show you guys!
I know that I repeated some pictures, but I really don’t want to sort through all of them and delete the reused ones. That would take a very long time.
Do you play an instrument?
P.S. I recently hit 203 followers! I can hardly believe it. I just wanted to say THANK YOU to each and every one of you! Followers, commenters, readers — all of you. You guys mean a lot to me, and I’m incredibly thankful to have reached a milestone as huge and important as 200 followers. :D