blistering
her way through the fields

singing
to her strawberry shields

linging
on every word he says

wondering
if she's ever been real

thinking
"i'm going to make it tonight"

hearing
"it's gonna be alright"

jumping
up to his hands

falling
she'll never take flight

hoping
it will all be fine

knowing
he has drawn the line

dreading
for when it comes the day

that growing
will just take time