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Fast, almost free-flowish, poetry about a woman that is leaving alone. |
And you aren’t the reason That I might be leaving I am sure you have Some big plans made up for me But my bed is only large enough For many many blankets But not for two No, not for you. Somewhere out there There is a place just like home. Somewhere under a naked sky Is a little niche Where my crazy is welcome Where you can breathe in- Whatever kind of air you want And you can say whatever And if you feel like singing Well then you sing really really loud. If you feel like curling up in a corner- And watching the shadows make pictures on the walls- Well then you dream and you just keep dreaming until You can dream all awake like. And that picture you have in your head It can make a place in your heart A place that everyone can come to And not get hurt. So, if I am scared now It is only because I am a puppy… Once I was a cat all curled up on your lap. But, no…now I am just a puppy. However, not as cute as I used to be- Lost nonetheless. So if I leave, It will be alone, Kind of like I am now. Only more solid And with a little more “umph”. If you know what I mean? |