like a sword to the chest
wishing to fit in with the rest
she dances away to her own music.
to a space that is familiar
peculiar, she may be
but it is almost time to leave.
where is the music from the heart
and the words from the soul
it feels as if there is no where to go.
only friends to exist, in her dreams
even there, it is always time to leave.
she stopped sending nudes
feeling like thread with her best friend
the way you compare her to
stitches and fixes
seemingly perfect
maybe it is time to leave.
just like that, your words far from exact
please stay
as you watch her comb her hair
catching your stare with care
she is not going anywhere.
it is almost time to leave
to the ultimate reprieve
where all days will be spent
with love and ease.
truth be told, she wants to grow old
with you by her side
until it is time to leave.