I Will Be Free

Halterneck and lipgloss,
healing at the heartbreak hotel.
Your voice is violet on the wind,
wrapping around my wayward soul,
something you’ve never learned to relinquish.
I make a wish,
as the clock strikes midnight,
watching whimsical waves play with the sand as the moon melts into the kiss of the star filled sky,
and I wait for it to come true,
the sands of time slipping into my eyeline,
into my favour.
I will be free,
in just a moment.