Across from him, she sat
Across from him, she wondered
Across from him? What a place to be
Across from him, her soul longed to be free
She beckoned for a drink, just so to calm the tension
No words spoke, but one could feel the high tension
Restless, she begged for ease
For his eyes penetrated, way beneath her fleece
It’s the wrong day to be married, its a wrong to be
It’s a wrong way to be carried, carried away by he
He who sees me different. O why does he
He who makes me wither. O, save me please
No comfort in this feeling, but still she’s curious
Would I like this tomorrow? Would I, be furious?
Courage O courage, how dare you be me
So she posed the question
“Please, tell me what you would do, to me” .
Andreá Fellini *2012*Copyright!
art: february stars by poorchiggies