Writing a song isn't just about its content, beat, rhythm, or feel; its mainly all about the people or person its directed to. A song for oneself cannot be as successful as the songs that are dedicated to the country pride, the children, the changes of humanity- the person you love.

Every lyric, every note hit must have a meaning, a deeper meaning. Whether it be lust, love, murder, or depression. But that isn't stuck at that. It must have a specific note that will be hit in each. And. Every. Lyric.

It must have a body.

The song will be no longer than 4:35.

Because people will get bored.

Because it's too long for the required time.

Because it'll have the same chorus sung three times.

It must have the right and proper arrangement. It cannot be messy and repetative.

Because it will be judged heavily.

More will judge if you don't follow the proper steps and requirements in writing a 'successful' song.

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Notebooks, papers, pens and pencils, earphones, and anything else you could think of were scattered around the house. Writing a song has its cons: you need to follow the rules, you need to restrict yourself in one theme, you need to--

"Yoongi?" Oh, that voice. How he wished to hear it one more time.

"Oppa I'm home~" he would give anything to hear his soulmate, his muse, once again

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The paper that holds each and every deep emotion he had within him was crumpled when he messed up on one beat.

But then again, it wasn't his fault.

The words on the paper wasn't written by him, it was hers.

He promised to write her a song one day without excuse.

But he couldn't find his tune.

He couldn't write without his muse.

He couldn't write without content.

He couldn't write with all the rules.

There were too many restrictions.

There were too many errors.

He needed her

But did she needed him?

He wanted to see her smile while walking down the aisle

Sashaying with dignity and pride.

Hearing the piano and songs harmonize with the bells

His wish was granted

He finally saw her again

But alas, she was there, sitting across him.

But with someone else.