He Changed. 

He always played with tunes and words. 

It was all he loved, until she came. 

And like every other love story, 

He changed. 

He fell for the music of her voice, and for the rhythm of her breathing. 

Her name became his favourite word. A new word. 

He became new. New. 

He loved tunes and words. 

Now he created them all day and night. 

Sweet melodies and sometimes a few bitter ones . 

He wrote pages and pages. Pages, full of poetry. 

Bluish words, for her memories. Red ones, for his cravings. 

One who walked empty streets, now creates a path. He doesn’t know where it will lead. 

He creates a world. A world for her. For himself. A world he can call HOME. 


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