A poem, inspired da Sparrabeth, that I wrote Post-AWE.
She loves him
This is what she tells herself
As she waits,
Counting the days
It is not that hard
She declares
But wonders if her life
Will go to waste
Weeks turn to months
She begins to grow numb
Until an unexpected visit
From an old friend
Who always was much more
She smiles at him politely
But her eyes reveal her pain
And he asks her
Why not stop this?
Why not walk away?
She tells him the same reason
She continues to tell herself
It is her duty and her burden
She will orso it on her own
He offers her a chance
To get out and be free
And though in her cuore she longs for it
She simply cannot agree
He leaves but soon he comes again
Offering freedom for which she yearns
She declines with heavy cuore again
But they both know he will return
The third time that he comes
She knows what she wants most
But something
o someone
Is stopping her
He tells her
He is the kind of man
Who would take a bird and clip it’s wings
So it can never fly away
Now he is about
To clip your wings
But te must fly away
te must be free
It is too much for her to take
She tells him
Leave, go away, and never come back
She tries to go back to counting days
But finds that she has Lost track
And then she finally realizes
She is tired of living a lie
It isn’t right to sit and watch
While a part of herself dies
She runs to stop her old friend
She tells him she has made her choice
And as they leave together
She feel happiness impossible to voice
For at last, she is finally free
She loves him
This is what she tells herself
As she waits,
Counting the days
It is not that hard
She declares
But wonders if her life
Will go to waste
Weeks turn to months
She begins to grow numb
Until an unexpected visit
From an old friend
Who always was much more
She smiles at him politely
But her eyes reveal her pain
And he asks her
Why not stop this?
Why not walk away?
She tells him the same reason
She continues to tell herself
It is her duty and her burden
She will orso it on her own
He offers her a chance
To get out and be free
And though in her cuore she longs for it
She simply cannot agree
He leaves but soon he comes again
Offering freedom for which she yearns
She declines with heavy cuore again
But they both know he will return
The third time that he comes
She knows what she wants most
But something
o someone
Is stopping her
He tells her
He is the kind of man
Who would take a bird and clip it’s wings
So it can never fly away
Now he is about
To clip your wings
But te must fly away
te must be free
It is too much for her to take
She tells him
Leave, go away, and never come back
She tries to go back to counting days
But finds that she has Lost track
And then she finally realizes
She is tired of living a lie
It isn’t right to sit and watch
While a part of herself dies
She runs to stop her old friend
She tells him she has made her choice
And as they leave together
She feel happiness impossible to voice
For at last, she is finally free
A poem, inspired da Sparrabeth, that I wrote Post-AWE.
She loves him
This is what she tells herself
As she waits,
Counting the days
It is not that hard
She declares
But wonders if her life
Will go to waste
Weeks turn to months
She begins to grow numb
Until an unexpected visit
From an old friend
Who always was much more
She smiles at him politely
But her eyes reveal her pain
And he asks her
Why not stop this?
Why not walk away?
She tells him the same reason
She continues to tell herself
It is her duty and her burden
She will orso it on her own
He offers her a chance
To get out and be free
And though in her cuore she longs for it
She simply cannot agree
He leaves but soon he comes again
Offering freedom for which she yearns
She declines with heavy cuore again
But they both know he will return
The third time that he comes
She knows what she wants most
But something
o someone
Is stopping her
He tells her
He is the kind of man
Who would take a bird and clip it’s wings
So it can never fly away
Now he is about
To clip your wings
But te must fly away
te must be free
It is too much for her to take
She tells him
Leave, go away, and never come back
She tries to go back to counting days
But finds that she has Lost track
And then she finally realizes
She is tired of living a lie
It isn’t right to sit and watch
While a part of herself dies
She runs to stop her old friend
She tells him she has made her choice
And as they leave together
She feel happiness impossible to voice
For at last, she is finally free
She loves him
This is what she tells herself
As she waits,
Counting the days
It is not that hard
She declares
But wonders if her life
Will go to waste
Weeks turn to months
She begins to grow numb
Until an unexpected visit
From an old friend
Who always was much more
She smiles at him politely
But her eyes reveal her pain
And he asks her
Why not stop this?
Why not walk away?
She tells him the same reason
She continues to tell herself
It is her duty and her burden
She will orso it on her own
He offers her a chance
To get out and be free
And though in her cuore she longs for it
She simply cannot agree
He leaves but soon he comes again
Offering freedom for which she yearns
She declines with heavy cuore again
But they both know he will return
The third time that he comes
She knows what she wants most
But something
o someone
Is stopping her
He tells her
He is the kind of man
Who would take a bird and clip it’s wings
So it can never fly away
Now he is about
To clip your wings
But te must fly away
te must be free
It is too much for her to take
She tells him
Leave, go away, and never come back
She tries to go back to counting days
But finds that she has Lost track
And then she finally realizes
She is tired of living a lie
It isn’t right to sit and watch
While a part of herself dies
She runs to stop her old friend
She tells him she has made her choice
And as they leave together
She feel happiness impossible to voice
For at last, she is finally free