A/N: This was to express my feelings after reading the short story "The Scarlet Ibis" by James Hurst, though I tried to make it work for any sort of relationship.
Why did you go?
This was not child’s play
My hands are turning cold
My skin is ashen gray
I asked you not to leave me
I begged for you to stay
But there you go
Running up that road
Leaving me to the dust and the dirt
The rain poured on
As the tears rolled down my face
No one heard my pained moans
Just because I couldn’t keep up with your fast pace
I asked you not to leave me
I begged for you to stay
But there you go
Running up that road
Leaving me to the dust and the dirt
So I’ll just stay here to sour
And rest for a while
’Neath the blood red flowers
I hoped that we could reconcile
I asked you not to leave me
I begged for you to stay
But there you go
Running up that road
Leaving me to the dust and the dirt
And now as I sit here
I wonder,
Did you ever love me?
