sjsprWriting

She looks to the sky ever so often, and you wish she'd stop.

She'd reach out to touch the clouds, the coulds,

and every time she did, you thought she's reached them, shes not coming back, she's finally left you behind  

You'd nail her feet to the roots of trees and anchor her there just to keep her from floating away if you could. 

she tells you every day, i need you to trust me, and offers you her open hand,

but you won't take it, won't ever,

and you wish she'd stop asking.