Sometimes,
The only person
That tells you
'you're gonna go far'
Is just a kid on the radio
What could he possibly know
But I burry myself into his words
I find myself in dark corners of lyrics
Theres a fine line between feeling plagiarized,
And feeling gently, intimately and completely known
It's strange someone 'has been exactly where you are'
The only person, that seems to understand
Truly get every bit of you
Is a stranger on f.m.
with a good voice
and a guitar
About the Creator
AJ
Because locking myself in a dimly lit house on the seaside and feverishly pouring my soul out on a typewriter is not available to me right now
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
The radio can truly do wonders in boosting your spirits. Amazing writing!