In a cafe.
He tapped the microphone.
There was a feedback.
The guitarist strummed. He hummed.
I scanned through the pages of my magazine.
Looking at pictures, pretending to be interested in the articles written.
When all I want to do is stare and sing along.
He sang from the heart.
He bared his soul.
I continued looking down to the pages that meant nothing.
Nodding to the beat of his song.
I could have looked.
I could have smiled.
I could have even sang up there with him in the spotlight.
Instead, insecurities stepped in and got the best of me -- as they always do. Always.
He tapped the microphone.
There was a feedback.
The guitarist strummed. He hummed.
I scanned through the pages of my magazine.
Looking at pictures, pretending to be interested in the articles written.
When all I want to do is stare and sing along.
He sang from the heart.
He bared his soul.
I continued looking down to the pages that meant nothing.
Nodding to the beat of his song.
I could have looked.
I could have smiled.
I could have even sang up there with him in the spotlight.
Instead, insecurities stepped in and got the best of me -- as they always do. Always.
1 comment:
i think i need to drink 2 shots of tequila nextime.
then i will have the courage to jam with him.
i will do that next friday!
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