Page 67 of Broken Melody
“It’s pretty crazy. Imagine hearing people singing words to a song you wrote. It’s… well it’s like nothing I can even describe.”
“I’m nervous that no one will like me.”
“If there is one thing I can tell you with certainty, it’s that everyone is going to be as captivated by you as I am, songbird,” I tell her while pushing her hair off her shoulder and placing a kiss on her mouth. She opens for me and I immediately sweep my tongue inside her mouth and moan at the taste of her. She tastes like vanilla and sugar. I make myself pull away from her knowing if I don’t that I’ll easily get carried away.
She smiles, “You brought your guitar?”
I look at where I placed it on the bed, “Yep. I grabbed it when I started to pass it though I’m not sure why.”
She looks at me then down at her hands for a moment and it’s clear she’s hesitating. I wait it out for a minute. “Can I…can I show you something?”
“Of course.”
She grabs her purse and from inside removes a yellow spiral notebook. The cover is filled with what look like doodles of music notes, staffs, and lyrics. She turns to a page and runs her fingers over it, takes a deep breath and then turns it around to face me. “I tried writing a song. It’s not any good,” she says quickly. “But I was thinking, maybe you could help me with it?”
I look at her and then the page, pick it up, and read the words she’s written.
I’ll never forget the day,
I saw your face.
Heart exploded, senses overloaded,
It was love at first sight.
Color me surprised,
Never imagined, a reaction like this.
I’ve never felt so alive, as I did holding you close, oh so close,
Since then all I want to do is cry,
When I think about the look in your eyes.
It wasn’t our time - wish it could have been,
I’m hoping and praying you can forgive,
Did I perform the ultimate sin?
Because I wouldn’t let you in, oh I couldn’t let you in?
I hope you understand, but ever since that day,
Things haven’t been the same.
Hoping and praying that will change,
Because every day, I’m wasting away.
Tell me what I should do,
There’s so much I wish I could say, that I could say,
Are you in love with life? Are you a dreamer too?
Tell me it was okay, leavin’ you that way,
