Heartstrings
My unwavering eyes watch him as he sings his song. Though I sit amongst a crowd, I feel as if he is singing only to me, only for me. His voice is mesmerizing. I cannot look away even if I wanted to. I wonder if he can feel my steady gaze or if it is lost in the sea of faces.
All thoughts, all worries have been washed away as I sit here and listen to that captivating voice. My mind is suddenly clear; the only thing left is me and him, alone despite the crowd.
He smiles suddenly, his soft lips curving upward into a beautiful expression, and I feel one of my own begin to form. That sweet, careless grin speeds up my heart and I find myself struggling to breathe normally. He plucks at my heartstrings as if they were and instrument he could play at will. The singer's voice causes my heart to swell to twice its size and I place a hand on my chest to keep it from bursting forth. How can it be that this boy, not nearly a man, have such an affect on my body and soul?
Quickly, much too quickly, the song slows to an end. I ache to hear that voice once more, to see that smile brighten his glorious face. But as the singer disappears among the crowd, I know that I will never be the same. No song will ever call to me more strongly than his.
I am defenseless against his voice.
I am powerless to his smile.
I am at his mercy.
So what did you think? Anything I can do to make it better or is it completely hopeless?




7 comments:
Okay, Becci, did you write that song/poem? or who did? and what is with the funny hieroglyphics before and after?
Yes I wrote it and what funny hieroglyphics?
maybe I can't read all of it.
You're a dreamer Becci, I like it. This story would have been a good poem too. Have you ever tried your hand at poetry? You should take a class at school if they have one.
Um...spill the beans on your inspiration for heartstrings please. Have you ever heard that song by Lauryn Hill, okay I just looked it up b/c I couldn't stand not remembering the name/words to the song. I love this song:
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly... with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly... with his song
Hi, yo yea yea. now this is wyclef refugee
el boogie up in here (doo dooo doo doo)
one time one time one time
hey yo L you know the lyrics!
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly... with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly... with his song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters, and read each one aloud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly... with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly... with his song
WHaaaoooooo aoooooo whoaoaoao
lalalalalalaLALALALALALA ohohoh laaaaaa
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Strumming my pain with his fingers
(yes he was) Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly... with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly... with his song
strummin my pain. yeyeyeyeye
Anyway, your story reminded me of this song and yes, it was great I want you to post all your writing from now on please. I really enjoy reading your works even if they are romantically sappy:)
I agree with Rachel. You should post more of your stories. They are fun to read.
I liked this one too. It did almost sound like a poem. Have you tried poetry? You would be good at it.
So you want to know how to make it better... you should have the guy come down and sing to her and then he could revile her was a vampire or he could be Edward!! just kidding. I don't know how to make it better. it was good! you should ask Stephanie Myer :)!!
Becci,
Beautiful poem or lyrical story!
Wow, great writing!
It might be fun to have the singer appear in the crowd behind her (you) at the end. There is one "and" that was perhaps meant to be an "an."
Thanks for letting me peek into your world!
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