As I wake
I crave sleep
A hesitant kiss on the cheek, close to her mouth,
He doesn’t know what to do, can’t stop the train.
Soon she’ll be gone.
The frogs in the pond, he yelled, they are begging you to stay… it’s not just me!
These trees! They cried all night while you laid between the sheets.
And you know the cricket, that one that you asked me to take outside, he sung by our window all day long…it’s not just me dear, it’s not just me!
She couldn’t look him in the eye. One way ticket is all she can afford. Is all she wanted– secretly.
The vibrations of the ground told him that the train is near.
There’s nothing he can do
He looked at her, with a sad smile: “look at me darling!”
“You know, the mountains won’t meet the flat ground you’re going to…the smell of hot concrete will make you miss the pond’s stench. The stars! They won’t be visible dear! Won’t you miss the stars?”
Her cold hands that he held on to were so warm once.
She wasn’t in love anymore. The pond was a thing of the past…she’s ready for the next train.
She didn’t even pack her clothes
A hand bag is all she took, filled with papers and colored pens… and a dried old flower that he couldn’t remember giving to her.
She hasn’t stopped loving him; she just needed a new muse.
Her fuel was inspiration and the pond has run out.
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Crawling out of the dark cave where I tend to hide
I hear noises
I see light
I force myself to open my eyes
She wanted to fly
But the atmospheric pressure was too high
She wrapped herself in helium balloons
But the gas escaped them too soon
She wanted to fly
But her dreams were crushed by some physics guy
And her biology failed her every time she tried
She decided to transform
A bird in the sky, free to roam
So the next time you see a bird fly
It might just be her mocking that physics guy