Our lives would change
No way to exchange
One reality for another
A scene that would smother
The air from my chest
Unable to rest
Without them in my arms
Listening to them charm
Me in a way only they can
Because they know me better than
Anyone on this earth
They’ve given me such worth
I’ll forever be grateful
Because our meeting was fateful
They own my heart and soul
My entire body whole
“Angel, this is beautiful,” Dash whispered. “You should be writing our songs.”
I scoffed, “No one wants to hear my words.”
Dash flipped to the beginning of the book and read the poem on the first page. It warmed me that he was interested in them. That he and Tristan cared enough to want to read the thoughts I’d written.
Is it love I craved
Is that what could save
Me from the emptiness I felt
This hand I was dealt
They could steal the heart from my chest
Or would they be a guest
Who didn’t see me inside
Instead they chose to hide
And not notice who I became
As the flickering of the flame
Started to wither and die