Artsy.

I feel artistic. And inspired.
I'm too dramatic, might as well put it to good use.
I feel lame.


"Wait; Hold on! You cannot leave me here alone!"
The words stuck in her throat like cupids arrow in her heart.
Her speech is bound by the awkward following of his frown.
His stringy gray hair drapes his sunken eyes, like a curtain masking what's inside.
He kisses her forehead and shuts the gate, there isn't a spoken a goodbye.
Hands clasped against the bars of the old metal barrier, she vows to the sky of never letting go.

Pale and thin and shriveled and weak; there is her beloved gate-keeper.
The wind blows his hair from his wrinkled face exposing his saddened eyes.
The tears fall down filling the lines of his skin
A man with a secret she can never know.
The gate was never locked; she was right there all along.