Everyone dreams about falling in love with a singer, right?

The ONE

The one who delights both the eyes and the ears

It's a dream of a heaven where all the senses and desires are answered

But it's hell.

His voice was always chocolate

His heart of gold

One I never held in my hands.

I should be thankful

I got to meet such talent

I got to witness such kindness

I got to see someone enjoy my presence

But now it's gone.

I'm stuck here, playing the same song over and over

Deliberately making my own broken record

His voice is caramel here, not the same chocolate I knew

But it's enough.

His words wreak my heart again and again

As he paint scenes I know too well

But I know, while he is making his art,

He's not thinking of me.

Everyone's dream is to be the muse of the creator they worship

But that dream becomes a nightmare

A nightmare I cannot escape

Even as I sit here, victim of insomnia

As his voice haunts me night after night