Do you ever have those times where you're flooded with the overwhelming urge to write but you have no clue what to write about? That happened to me earlier. I finally found something to write about, though. Please forgive me if it isn't all that good.
Well, here goes nothing.
I drive down the road in silence, the winter landscape flashing by. You fell asleep in my car. That's okay, though, it just gives me more time to sing about you since the radio is missing in here.
"Oh, Ms Believer," I sing. I'm working on a new song.
"My pretty sleeper."
My brow furrows as I try to think of the next line. I swerve slightly as I see leftover ice from the winter storm on the edge of the road. I glance over to make sure you're still asleep, then go back to my song.
Hmm...I think. Snow can be dangerous. But how can I incorporate that a song? I give you a sad look. You're always so doubtful of yourself. Why can't you see how extraordinary you are? You inner demons seem to taint your mind like poison.
Inner demons, I think. They're definitely dangerous.
"You're twisted mind is like snow on the road," I sing.
You suddenly shudder in your sleep, as if you're cold. Unless you're having an unpleasant dream...
My hand reaches for the dial, and I turn up the heat controls to warm the cab.
"You're shaking shoulders prove that it's colder inside your head than the winter of dead."
I gaze at you as long as the road will safely allow me to. I already know what I will say next.
"I will tell you I love you, but the muffs on your ears will cater your fears." Of course you won't believe me if I tell you that I love you. You won't feel like you deserve it when you honestly do. How can someone not love you?
I pull into the trees and gently shake you. "We're here. Let's go find that Christmas tree." You murmur something and I lift you out of the car. I take your hand as make our way into your grandfather's evergreen forest.
"My nose and feet are running as we start to travel through snow, together we go," I sing under my breath
*one month later
I hold you as you weep at your grandfather's grave. He died right after the Christmas. You were so close to him. You cry so often now from your troubled thoughts. They make you cave in and shut people out. I hate seeing you like this.
Oh, Ms Believer, my pretty weeper. Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops.
You take my hand and I stroke it with my thumb, using my other one to brush your glistening tears away. "We should go," I say gently. "We don't belong here." You nod and turn back toward the car, dragging your feet in the snow.
Please, take my hand, we're in foreign land as we travel through snow, together we go.
Valentine's Day
"We get colder as we grow older. We will walk so much slower." I play the last of the notes on the piano as tears of joy stream down your face. You run and hug me, thanking me profusely for the song. It means so much to you. You take my hand as you lead me out of the music shop and to the bookstore down the street, the leftover snow bright in the winter sunlight.
...as we travel through snow, together we go..
The End!
Well, that seemed to satisfy my writing hunger for now. This was kind of a song oneshot. I've been wanting to do one of this for a while, but I just didn't know how to coordinate it. It's also my first time writing in second person (?). How did I do?
This oneshot was based off of the song Oh Ms Believer by Twenty Øne Piløts. If you haven't heard it, then I suggest you look it up. I love this song so much.
Thanks for reading!
