Rachel Couvillon Poet Rhyme

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

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Lizanne Scholtz February 20, 2012 at 4:43 AM We all get confused at cross- roads in lfe, and sometimes take the wrong path, but if we are strong, we can find our way back. love Elizabeth