Music Men

So it called me...

The pen taunted me. The spirit of it's ink bled into my soul, urging me to pick it up. The edge of the paper cut into the flesh of my soul. It was calling me. Ronny was write, there was a song inside me that wanted to be spilled. A melody that needed words, lyrics that needed a place in the world. 

                                                     "I can't fight what's inside.

                                                              I tried and I tried.

                                                                Lied and I lied.

                                                                       It's alive."

The song of my mind cracked the door. It was open now, and it couldn't be closed. It would never close. I had to do this, it was my passion. Many people complain about their lover being off limits, sinful. "Oh how I long to have them in my arms. If I could just hold them for five minutes." For me it's the one song that is a sin. It's a fight everyday just to keep from humming the perfect melody. Letting my song cripple the silence.