It’s a world made up of pencil
dreams,
And you were the only one that
seemed real.
The windows shake, but my door
won’t break,
Because I know it’s okay to feel.
Tumble down my aching neck.
The gleam of tears is bright!
Pithy comments, don’t break my heart,
I’ll meet you at first light.
Kiss me now, please, kiss me here!
I’m keen to keep you near.
I’d like to lose myself in this,
But away from you I’ll steer.
Solitary, I am—but no!
The winds of what I know still
blow.
Left behind, and you’re just fine,
I can see my cue to go.
My mind is a whirl of plastic bags,
Their banners burning bright!
I held your hand, saw no red flags,
And kept us in the light.
Why am I the one so scared?
Just pathetic, more than sad.
It seems unfair, that you’re right
there,
And I’m not. So is that bad?
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