A very talented friend of mine sent me a song a couple months ago.
It doesn’t belong to me, he didn’t write it for me, but it touched me.
I listen to it often, as I’ve wound it into my normal listening.
It sticks in my brain, playing over and over… a song for a woman who has been breaking him.
It dawns on me; I’m the singer, never the muse.
I’m just not the kind of woman anyone writes songs about.
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Honey – I know how that feels.
Just once, I’d like to be someone’s inspiration.
Ohh, that makes me sad…
The girl I wrote that song for/about is gone from my life – forever, it would seem. I suppose, in some small way, that I’m grateful for the experiences that compelled me to write it. Better to have loved and lost…
May we all have a ballad written for us by someone who has sought our heart.
I don’t believe it. Just because no one has written a song about you (yet) doesn’t mean no one will. From what I’ve seen you should have an album written for you!