With a thousand words he told me he loved me
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That's alright, I told him, the sun never shines when I am looking
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I wish I could tell him when the floods come screaming in
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But I know it would only wash away his idle smiles sooner
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There are days when shooting stars reign and blue breezes blow troubles from my hair
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Moments pass where everything I want glides the tune on his lips
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I remember the copper warmth of heart that led me here with him
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And yet I can never keep hold of the feeling's sandy kite strings
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It will come, they told me, give him the chance and Spring's love will blossom
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So far as I sadly see now April's dewy romances are all that call me near
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His gold-freckled eyes ask to know my soul and make me wish I had—
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Make me wish I could honestly repay a thousand well-wandered words

As I lay dying
I can feel it all
Teeming fumes
Budding consumes
Children falling
{Now I'm flying}
Please don't
Let me touch
The moon

I'm no melancholy beauty
I am not a gypsy queen
I'm young and troubled but
I refuse to let you see me and
I suppose to you it may seem
I'm living the way I should
I follow the paths I paved and
I can't easily change my mind
I'll never let you see me sway but
I am forever hoping and fearing
I will let the truth I've hid slip
I usually come to blows when
I most need arms to hold me
I sometimes think its strange that
I'll always be on my own but
I try not to pause in my smiles
I don't know it now but
I think maybe one day
I'll find peace with you and
I

Inside a little bubble                                      
Longing to break free                                        
Struggling against the walls                                                  
Of Fate and Jealousy                                      

                                  Looking for an exit
                                               Didn't pay an entrance fee
                                              But this place is no prison
                                                              If she'd only open her eyes and see

There is a river
That runs
From here
To the end of time

I am just
A current-fighting fish
Looking for a way
Around the rapids
Of any given day

Waterfalls of love and pain
Frighten the small
When I find them
I hope I'll find
The strength to be tall

"Where do you see yourself in five years?"

The question comes like a command

"Well?"

He shines the light in my face
He's waiting for my reply.

"Beginning my Masters' degree."

He smiles, satisfied. I feel as though I'm twisting my wrists in ropes.

"That's good."

He absently writes a note. Its a sham, an ironic script I've memorized.

"You can go now."

I'm left free to return to my cell. Walking the corridors I smile; not a one of them can see.

"I have no idea where I'll be. I hope I'm in some strange place, walking the streets with two book in hand. One to read, the other for me to write. And yes I'm crazy, and yes its a naive plan but its my plan all the same."

I imagine the shock on his face. The horror at the thought of his nameless pupil throwing her life away. I imagine he'd open his mouth to stop me.

"You won't convince me otherwise. Its my dream even if you can't see why."

Perhaps I'd smile. I'd shake his hand, thank him and leave. But for now, that life, is not yet for me. So here I go back to my cell.

My head held high, my smile in slight. My heart knows I'm young and my dream is still in sight.