You're A Liar
Ludwig van Beethoven- Fur Elise Ashley My hands sweep over the keys gently as I play for him. His eyes are completely focused on my fingers. All I want to do is look at him. I want to be in his weird blacked-out room, watching him write pretty words in gold along the walls. I want to hear him struggle with the guitar strings when he can't get them to do what he wants. I love watching him write. The way he mumbles to himself or taps the end of the marker against his lips. I love making fun of him for getting gold all over his face. The way he smiles embarrassed when I point it out. That's all I want. For us to be in peace together. My eyes fill with tears as they push Carter into the chair across from me and strap him in. He's barely able to hold his head up. I can barely hold my head u
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