You might not know that this is anything to do with love but.. my poem so...~

The girl with the earphones:
She holds them dear like they
Hold all her fears, hopes, dreams.

She'll never look upon
Any other with such
Tenderness, so it seems.

She loves to feel music
Coursing through her young veins;
Music which knows her well.

The music of her youth
Or of her mother's time
Stories she cannot tell.

The girl with the earphones:
She hides away from you
So she can still hold her fears, her hopes, her dreams. 

The End

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