she promised once to never give her heart
until a special person came along,
and until then she’d trust in her two feet
and love the earth beneath them with each step.
So many faces greeted her with warmth
until she stopped a while with one, who seemed
somehow different to ones who’d passed her by
He came and forced her feet towards the ledge
“take now my hand, together we will jump”
but she looked out upon that precipice
and pushed him over with a steely kiss
“you’re not the one!” she whispered as he fell
his face a myraid of shock and shame
for in that time she’d walked her paths alone
she’d learned that what was in her heart was “home”.
I’m sure I have a few sneaky end rhymes in here…Sorry Gay, but you can take it to bits 😉