“Listen to this song,” he said. That was the very first time you told me about your favorite music genre, your favorite band. That time, I was just smile and nodded my head. I did hear the music but it wasn’t because I really want to hear them. I listen them because of you. Because I want to know you more. Because I want to hear the song that always makes your day.
So here I am. I still do listen to that song. I keep repeating it all the time. The song is totally touchy, sad and more of that just for me. The lyrics perfectly fit on me. The lyrics feed my soul in the way that I could never explain. I am addicted to this song.
So here you are, smiling instead of giving me a smirk. “I know you will like this song,” he said. All that I want to say is; “No baby, I don’t like this song but I do love this song. I love the lyrics. I love the rhyme. And I should say I love you more for telling me such this precious song.” But I didn’t say it. I just give him a smile– a kind of lovable and peaceful smile– and keep all that I want to say inside of me.
“This song was saved my life in a way that you’ve done to me” he said while pulling me into his arms, tugging me a soft unmissable kiss.
It’s not the song that makes you emotional, it’s the people and things that come to your mind when you hear it.
Yeah, it’s you. It seems like I’m fooling myself. But still, it’s just you.
Tonight, I know I can’t count every stars. I also can’t tell you how much I wished for those lucky stars. But you should know, I just ask for one wish. I may not asking for your love since I know you would never give it. I may not asking you to take a look of me, again. I may not asking you to be the old you.
I just want to hear your voice. It’s been a long time since the last time I hear you sing.
I just notice that there’s a part of my name in the first song you told me. It’s your song that has already change my world. It’s your song that always make me cry. It’s your song that has everything in me.
You just told me it once.
And it just takes second to fall in love for you but why it takes ages just to forget you?
Pop and rock; You and I. You know that I love to sing. You know we’re so into in music. As the rhyme brings the melody. As the music turns to loud. You cry as I sing you a lullaby. I cry as you whispering me a serenade.
The Chorus is still the same. Nothing change. The only thing that’s different is us. You and I.
We both know, I hate this song. Because it was written for you…