The following is an excerpt from an ebook teenage romance novel I wrote titled Emo: Nightingale~
“Yes, I spend a lot of time writing songs as well.”
“Could I hear a song from you?”
“Sure, here it goes.” Derick stood up and braced his voice for singing. As soon as his mouth opened, out came a breeze of harmony and passion mixed with the cold air. His voice sounded gentle, and felt strong. It was impossible to believe there was only one voice coming from his pale lips. He sang:
The world is a cruel and harsh place
None seems to see
Everyone’s just too blind
To look into the eyes of a different human
And recognize that not all hearts are the same
Some as myself have a very fragile heart
Call me a prissy, call me lame
And I will feel a stab through my soul
A squeeze out of weakness and emotion
Because of my sore and fragile heart
Oh will the world look and see
Just what I mean
When I say that I have more heart
A heart that gets exposed out loud
It can be touched easy as air
It can also get a great beat down
By the cruel ones who don’t understand
Because of my own week old fragile heart
I didn’t choose to have a different heart of strength
It was the way I was born, not because of me
If only the world would learn to see
That some hearts are covered in band-aids
And learn to respect the emotion
Of the ones like me who have a fragile heart
Oh will the world look and see
Just what I mean
When I say that I have more heart
A heart that gets exposed out loud
It can get a damaged easily
Because of my own weak old fragile heart
I was silent when Derick ended. His voice was of distinct beauty, of nothing in the world. When Derick finished grooming my eardrums, I said to him with my voice low, “That was amazing! You sing wonderfully.”
