she could sing
She could sing.
It was tough being pure perfection. You don't know what it's like. To be so good at one thing, able to do it, and put others to shame.
You don't know what it's like.
She was the woman everyone wanted. For a while.
She was golden, her voice, her talent shined like the sun and the moon.
Then it fell away. Then no one cared.
She still felt it.
The sun, the moon, neither of these shined as bright as the secret that lay deep within her heart. No one could know, no one could touch it. To touch it would sully it, make it dirty. She was a goddess, and as her body aged, she wondered.
Will it last?
How long?
Will it make a difference?
Will I feel it?
Will I feel the difference?
She felt it. It shifted within her.
She could sing.




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Is this about Whitney Houston?
Dec26 '08
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Nope.