Too many songs have been dedicated to me by old flames that are now smudged charcoal, but left burn marks on the journal of my life. “Photograph” by Nickelback, a song by Dire Straits, one by Richard Marx(Don’t throw eggs at me here…he likes that music…) And then, they left, and I was left with a song, laden with nostalgia…I would hear it everywhere…Which was ironic because when I was with him, I never heard it on the radio….
I would be in the mall and suddenly the song would come on, and I couldn’t breathe, and I felt tears on my face, and I needed to get out of that store as fast as I could because my heart yearned for that love that was so alive, and now…Cold, dead, AWOHL.
It was after one too many times that this occurred that I decided to dedicate a song to myself. It is a vulnerable song. It is a sad song. Yet, is it so true. This is Gigi giving Gigi a song, and if i cry when i hear it, it is because this is what I feel…and no one can minimize my pain…If its MY PAIN, it is legitimate.
This is my song, and a wonderful adaptation I found on YouTube. Read the words. It would be my heart speaking, if my heart could speak.