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This is a song inspired by one of my favorite songs, "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet...
I cried. I was finally alone and I could let it out. With my family out of town for the weekend, no one would know. I let the tears fall, curled up on my bed, months of stress and pain flooded out my eyes.
I didn't hear him when he came in, he moved so quietly. "Lisa?" I heard him sigh. I jumped, and turned around. There he was, standing over me, so worried. "I'm so sorry, you said to visit you, and no one answered when I knocked so I came in and.... Lisa, are you ok?"
I cried harder, I couldn't stop. I tried to sit up but I felt weak. "George, it's not what you think, really. I've just had a long day and..." The memories flooded into my mind. Tears flooded my face and wouldn't stop.
He sat on the bed beside my, leaned over, wrapped hon arm around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "It's ok. It's ok to cry. I knew you were stressed but... You should have told me Lisa."
I slowly calmed. "I didn't want you to see my cry." I sniffed.
From behind his back he pulled a red rose. and held it in front of my face. "Everything cries, Lisa. Even flowers, when they drop thier petals, its like colorful tears, scenting the earth."
I chuckled at his lame analogy, but he kept going. "See, there's a little laugh. That's what I'm here for..." And he bagan plucking the petals from the rose, dropping them onto my face, to mingle with the streaky tears. "...to turn your tears to roses, beautiful and sweet."
And so, I cried as George held me. He stayed, kissing each tear until I fell asleep from exhaustion. He was still there when I woke up. But, that's another story... (The End)
And if you're interested, this is the song that inspired this...
I groaned when my mom turned Josh Groban on then, stepped into the shower. "So she dances" came echoeing down the hall. I got so tired of this stuff. I didn't have a lover,, I didn't even have an interest in one, it had been months since anyone had so much as held my hand. I feel like listening to his mush, much lest dancing. i couldn't turn it off though, it was moms sterio.
I went to the living room, where my sister was on youtube, watching AMVs. At first I was excited, but then I heard the song, "It's a lot like, Romeo and Juliet, it feels like, somethings happening to me."
I gave a cranky harumph, but its was her computer time, so I stopped off to my room, and set the playlist on my computer to random. "I remember when, we used to laugh, about nothing at all, it was better than going mad..." my computer sang. I wanted to hit the thing. I wanted to scream and smash something. But I couldn't. I reached toward the knob on my speakers, but I couldn't touch them. I threw myself down on the bed I cried.
After all this time, I still remember him. I remembered his lips on my neck, his breath in my ear, his smile when I joked, his assurances that I was pretty, and all the times I had gotten discouraged and he had told me to chase my dreams no matter what. It was over. I didn't want him back, he would never have made a good husband, but why couldn't I stop remembering. Why couldn't things have stayed innocent forever?
Then the song changed. "Cuz I'm so sick of love songs, so sick of tears... cuz I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow, then why can't I turn of the radio?" I sat up on the bed, faced the window and whispered. "Because I miss you."
-Inspired by "So Sick". I'm not sure who the artist is. If I have time to look it up, I'll post it.-
Other songs in the piece "So She Dances" by Josh Groban, "Romeo and Juliet" - by toybox (I think), and "Those Nights" by Skillet
Don't you tell me not to cry.
You see, it really hurts to fly.
Beat your wings against the wind.
Leave home and never see it again.
Over the hills you'll find something new,
But only if you can decide what is true.
Come with me, take my hand.
Beat those wings, forget to land.
Fly and fly until you're sore.
Dream or not, you'll long for more.
So, don't dare tell me not to cry,
Nor to think of days gone by.
I look forward to the end.
When Son of He shall come again,
And teach us all to soar.
Along with him, we;ll live forever more.
Don't stare that way, I'm quite content,
With the promises He sent.
It's He who taught me to soar,
Till tiem mattered to me no more.
You these tear, of pain and joy,
From the man who was once a boy.
What you see as hurt will turn to gain,
When my savior comes agian.
