Girl On Swing Poem by Medusa Waves

Ceek Ceek Ceek Ceek
she rode silent while she sees
a bird dying silently
her shadow hissed her name in vain
been playing the same old game
follow me follow me
wouldnt your get tired?
having to follow me
every
place I GO
Time to close the door
that keeps creaking back and forth
You just sit around waiting for the death to come
its time to close that door for good-keep it sealed-keep it locked
You were that girl in the market that i saw buying fruit
I thought you were preety but i never knew your name
You were that girl at my school that sat behind me everyday
I thought you were preety but i never knew your name
You were that girl on the swing i saw you swing on one sunny day
I looked once more, but you werent there

Now's to late
runs out my fate
till the next time
you'll be the girl