The Song

It was a Saturday. Exactly 10months and 11days ago. I heard an old unfinished song i wrote. I thought my ending melody for it had been completed. Alas. Till now, it still haunts my sleep. It follows me wherever i go. Mocking me with Keith Urban. I realize it is not as 'over' as i thought it was. My attention is focused on a new song. But life gets harder as memories of the old song floods over me like a tide. I dont have the will to push it away. The lyrics and melody have been engraved deep in my heart. I long for freedom. To part from this pinful heartache. But the more i try to tear the notes up, burn the scores, that it was i, Who wrote the song. I started writing it. And now. No new song can be written till i complete it. I cant go on for it sucks so so bad. The time spent for writing the old song has taken too much of my life. Yet. Nothing i do, can erase it from my mind. It has become such a part of me, i hum it without even realizing it. I dont like the ending, but the song itself aint letting me change it. Ive cried rivers, thinking of ending melodies, that could only have been. But for now. Ill wait again. Hoping for new inspiration. Hoping to make my song realize the importance for an ending to be made. Then only, will i be able to live on with my life. Or move on to a next tune. Hopefully, a happier one this time.


~ Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban
* My Life. My World. Shades of Black.