Harana
sing for me
"Only you can make the world seem bright."
Suitors come and go, but each one of them had money and looks. But this one, who was standing beneath her balcony, serenading her with the wrong chords on a beat up guitar, was a mess. He had a mop for a hair, a twig for a body and a sad excuse for glasses. His navy button-up and khaki-colored chinos were wrinkled beyond belief; both had been hastily folded in a futile attempt to be "chic."
Her lips curled upwards as he forgot the lyrics again. Oddly enough, she actually didn't mind.
Suitors come and go, but each one of them had money and looks. But this one, who was standing beneath her balcony, serenading her with the wrong chords on a beat up guitar, was a mess. He had a mop for a hair, a twig for a body and a sad excuse for glasses. His navy button-up and khaki-colored chinos were wrinkled beyond belief; both had been hastily folded in a futile attempt to be "chic."
Her lips curled upwards as he forgot the lyrics again. Oddly enough, she actually didn't mind.