Our Song.
Started back as a young teen who unlocked the box of sing ,
unleashing the clipped wings, unaware of the praise it's melodies would bring.
Even the crush I had who'd never become mine mister
acknowledged the joy he felt by hearing my unique whisper.
"Sometimes, it's soft as a misty rain"
would be one of many lyrics to dull down my breaking heart from the residual of love's pain.
Little things I'm finding now, I'm connecting to you somehow
Moving onto a love I was determined to have last
with a younger suitor from mine pursuits' past.
Boy, did I get wrapped up in his deceitful lies a many.
Beyond the four academia walls, my love's showcasing couldn't be any.
All at the expense of not upsetting others,
though none of them were attached to me like this young brother.
As the course of toxic love reached its ultimate end,
I placed my heart on hold till I felt ready to love on him again.
But a day into a week into a month now over a year,
I finally let him go without the shed of one tear.
Though finally freed of his confusing withhold,
I struggled for years to extend out another love so bold.
Little things I'm finding now , I'm connecting to you somehow
I tried many more times for the good man I so desperately seeked,
only for each door to be closed off and prospects even more bleak.
I racked and wrestled with being chick of the night and lady for life
, over the course of years without as much as a spark for a male that I liked.
Meanwhile, you were busy establishing a name
in the world of entertainment, applause and fame.
Pen game got mad swift as your artist roster within time had grown.
Even then , you still would dream of one day topping the charts on your own.
Each of us chased the dream to heal that we desired for so long:
me with science and gentle touch, while you with melodic song.
Our paths still not crossed yet until a celebration came near.
A celebration of your own debuting success and me getting through this thing we called life an additional year.
Little things I'm finding now, I'm connecting to you somehow
A whole 'nother week times 52
would pass by again before I would be adjoined to you.
Over the vibrating FM waves
came out a heavenly voice, unknown face and name.
Your cords de vocale vibrating the drums of mine ears ,
a smile sweetly spread across my face , a buzz more potent than that from a six pack of beers.
Though lovely it was, again you had faded into the dark,
time once again driving these two souls apart.
Until another year's time came to be ,
when I finally had confirmed evidence of the mystery singer's identity.
I had expected curse words and vulgarity aplenty;
surprisingly, the content offered contained hardly any.
Intrigue officially established and peaked,
down your content rabbit hole, I'd begun to dig deep.
Little things I'm finding now, I'm connecting to you somehow
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