The Promise of a Yellow Brick Road
Waiting for me
You always said
Was a Yellow Brick Road
But mingled in was the one made of red
And I think I took that one instead
You said there was a man
Who could help with everything
But if he was so perfect
Why didn’t he fix anything
When my life was in a spiraling downswing
I don’t believe in fairytales anymore
But I can still recount this one perfectly
And I can still remember your voice
As you promised these things carelessly
And gave me false hope for normalcy
Copyright © Rachel Couvillon | Year Posted 2012
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