*A/N* I wrote this after I first watched Gone with the Wind, so it'll make more sense to those who have seen it.


Ran home to tell you it was you,
didn't notice your suitcase at the door,
and in blushing tears I scaled the stairs,
my lungs won't thank me for this,
but you always told me you loved my stubbornness.
It took me a little while, but I did it,
Just like you said, I realized that word.
I won't say it now,
because the last time I did,
the civil war burned down my house.
Had a rendezvous with the sunset,
head back like when you kissed me,
but this time it was the wind,
and his lips aren't quite as warm as yours.
Stared at your back as you walked away,
your silhouette isn't quite so romantic without me,
but image was never your priority, was it?
I couldn't let myself let go to you,
but now I need you like music needs ears to exist.
Would have danced with you again,
twirling in my black dress,
you didn't believe that I was mourning,
but that veil across my face was more than just lace.
It was her ghost that made me see you,
when I opened my eyes for the first time,
and instead of being blinded, the light I saw was you.
That's when he finally let me go.
That's when you finally pushed me down the stairs.
I could reach out for you,
but you're already riding away,
to Bonnie and the others.
I tried to tell myself that tomorrow's another day,
but without you, all I have is the dirt I stand on.

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