| 9:16a |
A Letter To My Angel of Music
Dear Phantom,
For so long I loved your music, but because of your indecision I am beginning to despise it. I have proved myself to you and now you are willing, but the hope I had for you has shattered. I hate that you talk to others to get information. The people that you've asked barely even know me. We had so much promise. I still feel the way I did. The time that has passed has hurt, nevertheless, the hope that you will prove yourself once again is still there. The chase has been worth it, but sometimes you just run too fast. Even in my dreams I am chasing you. In my dreams you tell me to keep chasing, to keep up, because the end result will be amazing. In my dreams I always catch you...in the end. In my dreams I never get to kiss you. I lean in, but before our lips meet I wake myself up. I suppose I don't trust you in my dreams either. I need to know that I can trust you before I go back out into the world, vulnerable and innocent. You're already the voice inside my head. You have made quite an impression that will not soon be forgotten. I suppose that if this is meant to be, then it will happen. I can't help but wonder when. I have been chasing for so long and I am growing weary of these games. Seal it with a kiss or walk away. I will keep my half of the deal, if only you will keep your's. I will give you a fortnight from tonight to pick up the pieces and put them back together. If this task is not taken care of within that time, I will fade away and be a distant memory of your's. My promise is kept.
Love,
Your muse |