Yellow turns pink

She sat on those steps again,
                     The crumpled up piece of paper,
                          Still clenched in her hands.

She looked up to the stars,
                   Freezing the stream,
                                 the grass,
                                       but melting,
                                             her heart.

They were just so beautiful,
                She eased the grip on that piece of paper,
                                  and let it fly in the wind.


The stars told her she could live on without it.
             She knew it all along,
                        but refused to believe.

  Why?

She didn't know,  
               as the paper floated away,
                                          She laughed.

The kind of laugh that came from the heart,
                                     Full,
                                          tear chocked laughter,
and it was amazing.


She stood up,
           and danced,
                     by herself,
                              Laughter streaming like an unfrozen river.

She looked down,
               Her converse beaten,
                                 and his name fading from them,
Yellow really wasn't her colour,
                               It was His,
                                          Her colour,
  Now thats pink.

Now she let go,
              She could get those pink converse,
She sat down once more on that step,

   Carefully untied the lace,
             and the other,
                  Loosened them,
              Grabbed them by the laces,

Ran,
    And threw as hard as she could,
                And the river began to crack,
                              they sank and they surrendered,
                                      To its Icy depth,

She didn't worry about walking home,
                              She didn't have to worry anymore,
                               Because she had the stars to comfort her.

The Stars,
         that are her best of friends.