growing wings | Completed

01. the storm and the sun

maybe it was when i saw her at the grocery store,

     or when she was at the park.

          wherever i had seen her, i knew instantly she'd be anything but a bore,

               she was talking to her friends, when i heard her make a strange remark.

"he said he likes it when girls are sad,"

      i didn't think she'd be one to care about what others think.

          maybe i was wrong about her, maybe she wanted what others had,

               i mean, maybe she was just a hoodwink.

she then proceeded to confine to their expectations,

     utterly and completely under the influence of their opinions.

          why did she give them the power to control her, with just a series of declarations?

                i had heard many things about her, i never once believed them, not from the beginning.

so, why, oh why did she let them kill the storm and the sun?

      she was a hurricane at the back of my throat, burning with passion and uncontainable.

          i watched her from afar, their words wrapping onto her heart, a finger shaped as a gun,

               she should know her worth, she was supposed to be unattainable.

but she forced herself to be in arms reach for them, i just want to ask why,

      why did she reduce her flickering flame to wisps of smoke and could-have-beens.

          i guess that's why, after i saw her, i figured i'd just pass by,

                her identity was being tainted by others, that was not what should have been.

the next time i saw her, the smile on her once joyful face was now weary,

     eyes dimming, and cheeks fading in colour.

           what happened to her? had they worn her down till she was dreary?

                the paint across her canvas had harsh strokes of black, slowly, and in turn, the colours turned duller.

- the storm and the sun