Sonnet tried her best to be a good person. Her kindness radiated like actual sunshine. She tried to understand people's situations and tried to never judge anyone. She didn't understand why she wasn't enough. She pours all of her love into others and rarely receives any in return. She's a giver in a world full of takers. She saves this type of melancholy as a muse for her song writing. She doesn't show this sadness to anyone, she hides it all with a sweet kind smile.
She turned to her keyboard and turned on the recorder, a helpful feature for her when she was writing. She started humming along as she played, waiting for lyrics to form. She listened to the piano, bouncing her head and her leg to the beat as she continued to find the inspiration she needed.
"I wish you would wonder... and I wish I could tell you"
Her fingers continued to play the keys.
"Everything that I feel. As if the idea of you was real.
I wish I could love you, I wish I could know you.
But you color me blue. You colored mom too.
What makes you think you're too good for us,
You make me want to cuss, but forgiveness is a must. "
She sighed and continued to let her fingers guide their way along the keyboard. Where were all these feelings about her father coming from? She couldn't help but to wonder if this was more about her relationship and less about what was missing from her life. She's always lived without a father. It's all she's ever known. Why is it bothering her now?
"I wanna know you, I wish you wanted to know me too.
Instead I stare at the sky, wondering why. "
She pressed her lips together as she paused. She didn't like this song after all. Maybe this was just one of her freestyles instead of something she would actually record and release. Singing and writing were very therapeutic for her.
"I wonder if I look like you, I wonder if you wonder too.
And I wonder, continue to wonder, do you know I exist,
A child born to your former Miss, the last time you kissed.
Would you have stayed, or continued to resist?
I play all the scenarios in my head, and sometimes I wish you were dead, just like mom once said. But I'm not a child anymore. I know the truth, your longing pursuit. That ended so suddenly, when you decided your vows to the other meant more to you than my mother. Oh, oh, how could you sink that low. Oh, oh, how could you sink that low. You said you couldn't leave your daughter without a father, how ironic. Isn't it ironic? So ironic, that you left three for one. You think that you won. "
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