Tickets to the orchestra of my love story.

My heart pumped, as if you were playing drums with my heartbeats.

My blood rushed, as if you were playing a violin with my arteries.

My throat felt the tremors, as if you were playing a flute through my lips.

And your composition is a story I’ll never gather the courage to perform.

-Pranay Shrimali 

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