Our Songs
This year the year we stayed too long
and fell into someone else's song
yet what I'd so much rather do
would be to sing our songs for you
songs to greet the morning light
more to kiss then sing goodnight
needing neither rhyme nor reason
as one greeting each new season
with words of love to last forever
for hearts time could never sever
then the sky sang we were through
leaving each alone without a clue
to wander lost both broken hearted
as one by one our songs departed
tonight tears fall from a distant star
and I'm left to ask only where you are
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Canta para mi (You sing for me)
Nuestras Canciones (Our Songs)
Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)
Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist
Fic is teens and up. My entire blog is 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 593
Summary: A night like many Amalia shares with her husband Santiago. They intertwine with each other. Her voice explains her love for him.
Warnings: None - just domestic fluff
Notes: I promised it would get sweeter, it is with a tinge of melancholy. ☺️
Though she couldn't play an instrument, Amalia used her voice. Daily. It changed depending on whoever she spoke to and what the subject matter was.
Soft. Stern. Curious. Kind. Jovial, sullen, compassionate, alluring, indifferent.
“So many things you do with it all day. Forget all that! Come! Let’s sing!” Santiago had told her, wrapping his hands around his wife’s ample hips in the living room and leading her to dance to one of her favorites Stevie Wonder “As.” She laughed and called him ‘loco’ to which he replied “You love it querida!” And nuzzled his bushy beard into the nape of her neck, causing her to giggle. The pair floated around the room laughing and singing to a playlist Santi had set up for her on tough days. The speaker would blast the music throughout the house.
When their dances would end or they’d just get tired enough, they’d sit on the couch and cuddle into one another. Sometimes Santiago would remain the big spoon and other times Amalia’s legs would be spread so Pope could lay his back against his wife's soft belly and breasts. She’d mingle her fingers in his curls as another hand made small circles over his chest. They would remain connected like this for a few hours. If one of them drifted off to sleep, it was the other’s responsibility to wake them and get them to bed.
On one such night, Amalia’s hand was strumming her husband’s chest as she played with his salt and pepper curls. Their color had changed but not their silken texture. “I thought of something for you Santi. Escucha por favor (Listen please).” Pope remained silent as he heard his wife's voice ring out into the room.
My strong anchor when I feel adrift
Kind words when I arrive
Beaming laughter teasing me
Even when I was scared of myself
You held onto me
Never let me go
Forever etched in memory
The day you said you’d never leave
You’ve wiped so many of my tears
I hope I’ve been a balm to your aches
Brought clarity to your muddled waters
Mi esposo Mi corázon Mi vida (My husband, my heart, my everything)
Te amo Santiago (I love you Santiago)
He had closed his eyes while he listened to her voice. It was clear she had worked on it and it wasn’t a spur of the moment song. That made it all the more special. His wife had written a song for him, something only his like she was. Santiago hadn’t realized that his beard was a little wet from his tears. He only knew when he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. Amalia placed both her hands on her husband’s chest and kissed his forehead, his bountiful curls tickling her chin. “Let go Santiago. It’s just you and me. I’m here with you. You’re safe, you’re home.” Quiet sobs of Amalia’s husband now filled the room where there had been music. She let him continue until he fell asleep, remaining with him until the sun rose the next morning.
“One night of uncomfortable sleep is plenty to give him for what he’s given me.” Amalia told herself when she woke in the morning. Pope’s eyes were puffy but had a subtle glow to them. He was already awake and handed her coffee prepared as she liked it.
“Even after all these years you still surprise me cariño. You’ll sing to me another night won’t you?” Amalia nodded and took her first sip of the day. Bold. Rich. Sweet. Creamy. Warm.
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On The Jukebox: Anastacia - "Our Songs"
Featuring a guest appearance from Peter Maffay (on "Just You").
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2023
2023 the year we stayed too long
wound up in someone else's song
oh but what I'd so much rather do
would be to sing our songs for you
yet now two hearts have died alone
both grown cold and hard as stone
and now there's nothing left to tell
save I miss you and I wish you well
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WWWW songs, definitely so cuteeeeee 🥺 🥺
https://open.spotify.com/track/6J3zxF0AgnoPGzz8Nz0y6I?si=7b18604148334a2a
https://open.spotify.com/track/2yrjp9KweANmA547DUlIsM?si=3ec990230ff2416d
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Keyshia Cole - Trust (Solo Special)
🤎 In the beginning I used to sing this song to Seth (Yes, I can sing. My sisters and I were brought up in the church). He was hesitant about getting into another relationship, but, I waited patiently 💕💋
✴️ Our Relationship
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