“If I don’t saw anything, it’s wrong…If I said it, it wouldn’t come out right. It’s been keeping me up all night lately.
Half my life I’ve been told to shut up, so how am I gonna open up? Damn, I wish you could just read my mind…
If I show you all of me, would you stay? If I sugarcoat what I had to say in poetry, would it make you stay?
I wish I was born Bob Dylan, had all the words to speak my feelings. I wish I stood up like Rosa Parks and follow my heart, unafraid of the truth, even if I stood alone. Even if the water was cold, I’d take a deep breath and get it off my chest.
They say “either way you win. If you’re feeling it, why you gotta hold it in? What is meant to be will be.” But all their wisdom doesn’t help me now. I’m scared and I gotta find out how to speak my mind without metaphors and rules and rhymes. I’m still making mine. I hope you know what I mean when I’m acting mean, ‘cause I don’t see what I mean when I’m caught in between. And I’m afraid the real you is alluding me.
I wish I was born Bob Dylan, had all the words to speak my feeling. I wish I stood up like Rosa Parks and follow my heart unafraid of the truth, even if I stood alone. Even if the water was cold, I’d take a deep breath and get it off my chest.
With you I’m ripped wide open at the seams, I’m not that tough. But you could hear the song inside of me, but it’s not enough. All the things I wanna say to you, read it on my face.
I wish I was born Bob Dylan, even if I stood alone, didn’t know how it was gonna go, gotta get it off my chest, and hope for the best.
If I’m lucky enough, you’ll maybe want me like I want you.”
You puy the letter in an enveloppe. You waited for them to go to sleep, once you were sure they were in their rooms you slid the enveloppe under Sam’s door, and went to the library.
When you slid the letter, Sam wasn’t sleeping. When he read it, he went to your room but it was empty.
He hears noise coming from the library, he turns around and walk faster to the library.
When he got in there he saw you looking for some books to read. He puts the letter down on the table and walks to you.