there once was a girl
who wanted to fly
so she put on
her prettiest white dress
a left her mother a note
to say
that she loved her and that today
she was finally going to fly away
(salt water blurred the ink
into a bit unreadable mess
but it's the thought
that counts)
she could have taken the
subway
but the sky was such a
******* beautiful
shade of blue
(what an
absolutely
positively
wonderful
day to fly
she thought)
so she soaked it all in
and dreamed
of the red running out
(mother would be
so very unhappy
about her
pretty white dress)
as she said a
few final farewells
to the city
that never knew her name
the traffic was loud
but her thoughts were louder
and with each flight of steps
she rose
above the chatter
finally
finally finally
she saw the door
the entrance to freedom
to the roof
(the exit)
they tried to stop her
with their loud megaphones
(still her thoughts were louder)
she heard from below
the sounds of wails and moans
but she was above it all
the skyline was before her
the possibilities
that ******* beautiful
shade of blue
held for her
so tempting
and then
with eyes closed
she flew
(fell)
the rush
freedom
the wait
agony
she wanted
nothing more
than she and
the pavement
to collide
two seconds later
as the engines cried
without bang
nor whimper
the little girl
died
(oh, how her mother cried
over that pretty red dress)
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
there once was a girl
who wanted to fly
so she put on
her prettiest white dress
a left her mother a note
to say
that she loved her and that today
she was finally going to fly away
(salt water blurred the ink
into a bit unreadable mess
but it's the thought
that counts)
she could have taken the
subway
but the sky was such a
******* beautiful
shade of blue
(what an
absolutely
positively
wonderful
day to fly
she thought)
so she soaked it all in
and dreamed
of the red running out
(mother would be
so very unhappy
about her
pretty white dress)
as she said a
few final farewells
to the city
that never knew her name
the traffic was loud
but her thoughts were louder
and with each flight of steps
she rose
above the chatter
finally
finally finally
she saw the door
the entrance to freedom
to the roof
(the exit)
they tried to stop her
with their loud megaphones
(still her thoughts were louder)
she heard from below
the sounds of wails and moans
but she was above it all
the skyline was before her
the possibilities
that ******* beautiful
shade of blue
held for her
so tempting
and then
with eyes closed
she flew
(fell)
the rush
freedom
the wait
agony
she wanted
nothing more
than she and
the pavement
to collide
two seconds later
as the engines cried
without bang
nor whimper
the little girl
died
(oh, how her mother cried
over that pretty red dress)
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