Kiss It All Better

Kiss It All Better

Chapter Eight

It was still early in the morning when I woke up. Ricky was still sleeping. I moved his arm away from my waist and hopped out of bed. My feet hit the ground and I walked over to the corner of the room where Ricky keeps his guitar. I grabbed the acoustic and made my way out of the room and to mine.

My fingers started to strum the guitar, playing the song I've played so many times before.

"Is it naive to make plans that seem so far away?
There's a reason I feel this way,
You're sleeping alone,
I'm awake
When you dream of me tonight, am I close to where you are?

Lay me down,
And tell me everything will be alright,
Things will be alright
Lay me down,
And tell me everything will be alright,
Things will be alright
This could mean everything or nothing at all
You take what is real
I'll give you my all

Is it naive to make plans that seem
So, so, so, far?
I think "let's not wait, let's love right now,
Let's love right now"

Lay me down,
And tell me everything will be alright,
Things will be alright
Lay me down,
And tell me everything will be alright,
Things will be alright

Oh, here where we lie,
Outstretched to wonder why we don't belong
You deserve much more, and I'll give until I'm all gone
Forever know your face
And ever take your place here by my side,
Like a ghost into the night,
The poisoned apple to my bite,
I'll be the shadow at your door,
I'll be the moth into your light,
'Cause you deserve much more
Yeah, 'cause you deserve much more

Lay me down,
And tell me everything will be alright,
Things will be alright
Thunder storms could never shake us
Lay me down and kiss me like
Things will be alright
Everything will be alright
This could mean everything or nothing at all
You take what is real,
I'll give you my all

This could mean everything
Or nothing at all
You take what is real
I'll give you my all," I sang finishing the song.

"Impressive."

I spun around and there stood Ricky in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," I said.

"You didn't, well you did when you got out of bed this morning," he said coming closer.

"Oh," I said.

"Can I see the guitar?" He asked and I handed it over.

He sat down on the bed next to me and began playing.

"I open my lungs dear
I sing this song at funerals... no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly,
This pain it visits almost nightly
Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch," he sang. He sounded like an angel.

He continued, "I will await dear, a patience of eternity, my crush.
A universe so still.
No rust.
No dust will ever grow on this frame,
One million years, and I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream."

I looked at him. His eyes were closed and he continued the song, singing every word perfectly and putting his heart in the song.

"We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you as I left you.
Regrets still haunt my hollow head,
But I promised you I will see you again, again.

I sit here and smile dear.
I smile because I think of you and I blush.
These bleeding hollow dials, this fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travels
Roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every crush."