I don’t know how to write about love.
I’m too young, to have enough content for a novel,
But old enough to write, from the torn heart strings of broken hearted fights
And the rollercoaster ride of new love summer nights.
That aside, I do know how to write about the people that taught me to love.
It wasn’t some summer boy or heart string heart break
It was the people standing by my side from before the beginning
Before I had even met them, they were my best friends.
You know a boy, who used to sing the blues
Stayed up all night, strumming the strings, a bass guitar abused
You know a girl, so sweet she must have fallen from where the angels sleep.
Her eyes a dark brown and her smile turned worlds around.
My daddy was a rockstar, and my mother fell in love.
I don’t remember the time before me.
When they travelled, carelessly and loved recklessly
Perfecting the art of falling in love
Twelve bottles of champagne in a euphoric twelve months
My mother was smart and funny and my daddy fell in love.
Every love song wouldn’t be worthy of the two you know
But that never stopped the music
He taught us how to love words, she taught us how to laugh
Both standing together, teaching us to run towards life and risks and love, fast
Close cropped hair and a tilted smile
Hideously smart, always right He stayed up every night
Strumming the strings of his well used guitar
My daddy was a rockstar
She had black hair, big glasses and an even bigger smile
She was sweet and kind, could make even the prickliest boy laugh
Before she met him she spent a christmas by herself.
She fell in love.