Chapter Forty-Eight – Jaxon.
Jaxon’s Point of View.
“I close my eyes to memories of you.
Dancing around my bedroom,
And shooting pool,
We were just kids, with dreams in our hearts,
And that, that was the start.
Rhythm flowed when you picked up sticks,
Building a beat that was slick,
I’d strum along with my old guitar,
Stretching my fingers to reach the next bar,
That was a time before you became a star.
Tell me where it all went wrong,
When for you, the high took over from the song,
And now there is nothing left,
It is all gone.”
For as long as I can remember, I have poured my emotions into my songwriting, it comes so naturally. So easily. But other than the first verse and the chorus, my mind is black. My tears unchecked fall onto my cheeks, and I feel like my
