poems

Why Do I Not Understand It Yet?

There are fields,
Of gold and green,
I walk like whispers,
Hope not to be seen.

I fly through the sky,
And dance 'round a tree,
But what I see in you,
You'll never see in me.

I run in a dress,
I walk on glass,
What I feel to you,
Is something you pass.

I sit under a tree,
And write in my book,
A story of mine,
Where you're the main hook.

Stand at a cliff edge,
So eager to fly,
I take my last step,
Hoping it's time.

My dress skirt flies up,
And catches a rock,
I dangle like broken hearts,
Protectivly held in a lock.

My life seems so short,
As I stay in the sky,
Your feet dangle over the edge,
Hating you is something I try.

I remember fields of gold,
Dandelions cover the ground,
I dance by myself,
Making up a rhythmic sound.

Long ago I think,
When time was nice enough,
It was easy to please you,
Now the ocean's getting rough.

I see you through cracked glass,
I wonder what we are,
I try to believe in myself,
And why I'm not a star.

If life is such a fail,
Then epic it is,
I hope for a break someday,
A holiday like this.

I hear my dress rip and tear,
I feel myself go down,
I watch as you get further away,
Why couldn't we be bound.

The water covers me,
Like a mother to it's child,
I wish it were you though,
Now we're apart by a mile.

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