“The opening chords of our rhapsody, lulled me into a state of bliss, as the glistening sunrise in your eyes, intoxicated my soul, drew me in.”

I jab my own heart with a knife, thinking about you on and on. How dare you enter my life just to make me feel torn?

I don’t care how many times I fail, for one day, I will succeed. And that success will be worth a million failures.

The fiercest battle starts at home.

I miss you, I still do, It’d be weird not to. For once upon a time, I was yours and you were mine, through sparkles and grime.

I’m my daddy’s little warrior, I’m the writer of my destiny.

I don’t know. Don’t know anymore, my purpose, destiny, do I even have any? don’t know anymore.

Love is more than expensive gifts and grand gestures. It’s the little things that matter.

Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?

When words fail, tears well.

Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.

I feel like my breath is muffled, and my heart is too heavy to beat, as if I’m drowning in a pool of air.

So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.

To the flamboyant boy from my school, I realize now you’ve always been cool.

You’re a patched tapestry, of deep childhood trauma’s, and unkept promises.

Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.

I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.

I use a lot more chords than most organists and I’m careful to phrase them with the guitar.

When I was on the air a lot my throat and vocal chords got tired.

Past dreams of bliss our lives contain, And slight the chords that still retain A heart estranged to joys again,

So I would come in on the upbeat of one. I would wait until the band played the chord, and then as quickly as I could come in play the chord.

I probably would’ve kept slogging on that same chord change, because there’s a tendency to have that happen.

Surrender your whole being to a note, and gravity disappears with one chord.

Being with you is familiar, like playing guitar after some time; the theory is there but my fingers have forgotten the chords.