In her green dress flowing around her If I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed I wish I wasn’t dead to you, because you’re still at my wake I can’t curse your name, and I wish you stayed Millions singing along with her, and I hope they relate I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home And she falls to the ground, on her knees, desperate You would be my home for as long as I remember you And without you, I’m free but without a home And I wish I couldn’t relate The way you
left me stranded The way you left me feeling selfish For wanting you for myself, for taking every blow for you To the way I felt so hopeless as I fell For hating us so much but longing for you And for the way you left when I thought you’d stay Look at how my tears ricochet Lindsay Baik is a student at Dulwich College Seoul who is passionate about writing, music, and collecting CDs. She spends much of her free time playing the cello and listening to music. Currently, Lindsay is working on building her writing portfolio for summer writing camps. With her keen interest in creative writing and love for storytelling, she hopes to pursue a career in writing one day. Comments are closed.
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