Literature
Time for Me to Fly
The past five years have been
Fir Elise, piano-playing symphonies
intermingled with laughter from a new
dimension, riddled with pain from a
hidden intention, crying in the dark
when no one else was near, and
screaming to the rain so the other
one won't hear, running through the
forests because hiding seemed so right,
and coming back and making up before
the curtain-fall of night,
sailing our dream ships across the
milky seas, and not doing anything
unless you told me please,
hurting each other so we wouldn't hurt alone,
and telling you with teary eyes
how much I thought you'd grown,
singing to the stars as they
slowly