Airplanes
Bag packed and ticket in hand, to the door i head...
one punch, two punch, three punch.. i hit the ground
prismatic black skies studed with diamonds surround me
as i stand in the middle of my fantasy heart, wearing the mos
beautiful pillow talk pink gown. coming towards me is my
dark princs, wearing the most dashing black suit with pink
accents. he takes my hand, spins me around and we dance in
each others arms for what seemed like forever and always.
his refl ection in my eyes, his in mine..feeling so safe
my bliss interupted by strange voices asking me if i know
where i am..
my eyes open and all i see is white...white walls, white
bed, blanket machines and a white chair in the corner being
occupied by a familiar face...
“you have changed your future”
“hi popee, how are you?”
“you’re going to be ok”
“i love you”
“i love you too popee”
i fade back to reality...doctors and nurses surrounding me..
“ms. sabo youre going to be just fi ne”
“can you tell me what you remember?”
“i remember, but would rather not go down that road right
now”
“well just rest and dont worry, the cuts and bruises will
heal with minimal scaring. you’ll be back to your normal self
in no time”
yeah right, normal...whatever that is. my eyes grow heavy
and i slowly drift away back to my fantasy heart. to the one
place where i feel safe. if only my fantasy heart were reality,
then maybe...just maybe..my heart wouldnt have felt such
pain...
derra...derra, its 7:30...time to get up
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