My eyes are now dry, but thanks for caring when my eyes were wet and tears were running down my cheek, down to my Collar bone making a pool of salt water in my indentations
My pillow has now dried up but thanks for "being there for me" when it was wet and makeup covered, even when my mascara brand proved it to be waterproof
Warm-blood meets the cold air, the harsh winds of reality, reflecting back the spitting image of a girl.
Touch me with your snow like hands and make me shiver, make my goosebumps come out and play because they miss the feeling of the-
Sore limbs, weak muscles, Need to stretch out, Like the elastic bands on my wrists tying back my hair from going in my face, like your words when you speak
Oh no, Darling you, Grew up to early, It wasn't suppose to, Be like this, I'm, Sorry,
It's no fun, Being, a grown up. If I could I would, Change that, I would, Give you your, Imagination back and, Go back in time, But, Life doesn't work like that and, I'm sorry...
Traveling through the night, I found my alter ego on the edge of hope, It is usually best to speak the words of wisdom that we had taught our selves. This is what we know, but never wish it upon our worst enemy; To not care might make jump.
By midnight I fell back to the street and watched, Listening to the winds made by fast moving cars. The world lighting up by the tail lights and city street lamps. She had almost gone up with the others But I stopped, I stared and she was, okay...
This was inspired by traveling through the dark by William E. Stafford