The Story of Her
Constancy is a stranger.
Every stranger is a chance.
Will you stay?
Will you go?
Will you wait for me?
Questions that only time can answer.
A wolf dressed in sheep's clothing,
Whispering words of "I'll never leave."
Naive little Red in the large forest of skepticism,
Wondering how long it will take this one to disappear without a trace,
Much like rain on a sunny day.
No attachment, no disappointment.
That's what she tells herself.
Little whispers of hope, never said aloud.
How many little cracks does it take to completely break a heart?
I guess we'll see soon enough.
- Athalia Duncan