I am using the song pattern for one of my favorite songs for this poem's syllable pattern. Best of all, I'm not even going to say what song. Enjoy!
On the playground swing, feet in the air
She's humming softly, flowing black hair
No other children play here today
Almost dark as the sky's color fades away
It's been a long day, too long, scary
No friends besides imaginary
To tell her secrets to
Why can't she just stay here forever
Floating on the wind, doing whatever
Without pain, without fear
Her head feels heavy
Singing with eyes closed, sway back, sway forth
She wants to sleep here, but can't of course
Where can she go when she can't go home
When she's sad and lonely and wholly alone
It's been the worst day of her short life
Worse than nightmares or screaming each night
What more can she do now
Who can she turn to without any friend
No-one to help her, just lies, pretend
All empty in the end
She wishes she were a princess
She wishes she were a goddess
(but she does know she can't ever be one)
She wishes she were an actress
(but she knows she won't be pretty enough)
She wishes she weren't even here
It's been a long day, too long, scary
No friends besides imaginary
Who can listen to her
Hear the thoughts she hides from the rest
Comfort with words of light, happiness
Help her create stories
Help her create stories
Help her escape
On the playground swing, feet in the air
She's humming softly, flowing black hair
No other children play here today
Almost dark as the sky's color fades away
It's been a long day, too long, scary
No friends besides imaginary
To tell her secrets to
Why can't she just stay here forever
Floating on the wind, doing whatever
Without pain, without fear
Her head feels heavy
Singing with eyes closed, sway back, sway forth
She wants to sleep here, but can't of course
Where can she go when she can't go home
When she's sad and lonely and wholly alone
It's been the worst day of her short life
Worse than nightmares or screaming each night
What more can she do now
Who can she turn to without any friend
No-one to help her, just lies, pretend
All empty in the end
She wishes she were a princess
She wishes she were a goddess
(but she does know she can't ever be one)
She wishes she were an actress
(but she knows she won't be pretty enough)
She wishes she weren't even here
It's been a long day, too long, scary
No friends besides imaginary
Who can listen to her
Hear the thoughts she hides from the rest
Comfort with words of light, happiness
Help her create stories
Help her create stories
Help her escape
Comments
Sorry, I'm no Jade =(
Butt when you said you had poems I had to have a look, this one's pretty good.
And I really want to know the song, any bet I do know it but can't think of it.
& are you a member of poems-and-quotes.com?
It's a good site if you're interested.
Damnit I sound like a promo person for them.
I'm Jess by the wayy.
Really, thanks for commenting. I'm thrilled with anyone liking my work, so it's totally fine you aren't Jade to me.