Emerald green like the color of a city at the end of a yellow brick road,
Her eyes sparkle like the depths of the forest but she has no idea how deep she truly is.
Thoughts suppressed by shallowness–
hallowed out souls whose skin has never felt the strength of any other sunset.
Pausing in spaces of time seem meaningless,
relation to others always fall short of her expectations.
Still wishing for a revived love or a forgotten friendship Searching for them somewhere on a rusty swing, a rotted out park bench--
all the places she used to sit.
Mind still floating along the wings of moments ephemeral, heart aches palpably.
She is still wondering how she can ever feel more alive than then.