(Plain) The grass is always greener on the other side, but it can be just too tempting... |
A/N: I actually uploaded the original version of this in free verse, which was always how I intended it. A short explanation for the decorative free verse previously: You see, when I wrote this poem I always intended it to be a decorative free verse, and I always thought it looked a little too plain without it, but oh well, you judge. You see, the girl has always wanted the best, the fanciest, etc.etc., and the free verse is fancy and decorative, which is the purpose it serves, to sort of further illustrate the poem :) I hope you like this plain version too, though :) Through the Window She'd always demanded For even more Than what she had Nothing was enough Her world had to be Perfect (Though as everyone knows, There's no such thing) So one day she flounced through Her beautiful house ("Beautiful" is an understatement) The most beautiful That anyone could ever ask for (Though she always asked for more) A window caught her eye It was plain, drab, boring She was appalled, disgusted, horrified How could something like that Possibly exist In her beautiful home? She peered through it Oh, what a sight! Everything she could possibly ask for! It was the Perfect world Better than the one She saw in her dreams Everything she ever wanted Everything she could ever want Glistened with Perfection She pushed open the window Had her dreams finally Come true? (No.) Disappointed, annoyed, upset All she saw was their old Boring garden She shut the window Was she hallucinating? Through the window Again she saw that Beautiful world That tantalizing, alluring world Like a Perfect, shiny apple That hung just out of reach So real! Yet non-existent In all its Perfection Through the window Each day, she would Gravitate Back to it, like A moth drawn to light. Each day she would press Her face against the glass She couldn't sleep Nothing in her dreams Could satisfy her any longer Now that she had seen That Perfect world Through the window Every day, her desire to enter that world Grew all the more stronger It wasn't good To be so attracted to that window And that world which would only cause her Heartache Yet, every time She found herself on that corridor "Just a little peek!" She'd flee to it And gaze through the window Until her eyes glazed over. It was an addiction. One day Like any other She stared, and stared If only, if only! If only she could melt Into the glass and join This beautiful, amazing, wondrous world If only, if only! She pressed yet harder against the glass Her eyes wide and bright But lost Lost to that world Lost. She was overcome by her desires It would be the only thing she would ever Dream of again, Think of again, Wish for again, If only she could have access to it! She was completely lost now. Perhaps she had pressed too hard Against the window Because it started to open ----------------- She could see it! Her Perfect world, It would now be hers! ----------------- The windows were almost wide open now. ------------------ She was coming! It was embracing her Welcoming her ------------------ And she flung herself out Through the window |