*Found recently….From the old creative writing class, it was a prompt where we were supposed to rewrite the lyrics to the Crosby, Stills, & Nash song, incorporate the original, and put our own spins on it. From 2009.*
Her foolish lover hangs around her.
Waiting for her to speak,
To offer a glimpse of personality.
He wishes he could fly to her,
But all he can do is trip at the sound of her good-bye.
He waits by the window and wonders,
Why he’s so whipped.
He heartlessly helps himself to her bad dreams.
He takes on her worries, her problems, her fears.
Their love makes one person.
Separate they are two alone.
Their love creates and makes them three together.
They are for each other.
Stand by the stairway and you’ll see something.
The harlequin lovers who know the truth,
That love is made through helplessly hoping and wordlessly watching,
Through believing and admiring,
And being for each other, believing in one another, and embracing the role of lovers.