Claimer: The angst is mine, the words…aren't mine…they belong to whomever first recorded the English Language, but this particular connecting and blend of words IS mine ^_^
July 17, 2003
Special thanks to Incubabe who inspired this (though not in the way you might think ^_-)…thank you muchos!
Don't Forget Those Left Behind
I sit and watch you talk
About the stars and all that's out there
While I run some notes together
Unrefined and clumsy
On the strings of your guitar
I see you get this look sometimes
Like you'd fly away at a second's notice
Ride off like some movie star
Off the set and into the twilight
Forgetting there's a home and here
Forgetting those that will remember
Thoughtless words on a sun-soaked day
Breaks my heart to be down on my knees
Escape is always pretty, darling
When it's heard in songs and books
Written by the careless and the hasty
Never by the ones that linger
Never by those left behind.
Don't forget those left behind.
A/N: Well. Not much to say about this one…but I wanted to write escaping from the other perspective. Put myself into the shoes of those that have to watch the other escape and tell them that they'd rather be anywhere else and such. What started out as a little writing excersise actually turned into a scene of sorts that I've got churning around in my head and I might put into story-format …er…if I survive the chemistry test tonight that is _. Thanks for reading and give me what you think! (And remember it's completely unedited)