As I sat in a field of flowers,
Plucking petal by petal
Hoping just one would land on "loves me"
I heard the wind call my name.
My skin tickled with curiosity
My stomach fluttered and danced
To what did I owe this visit?
For I was just a girl with no chance.
"Show me where it hurts."
Said the wind, into my buzzing ears
Gently I tapped in the center of my chest
Treating it like frail glass
I said no words, but only sat still
Feeling myself sink into the nothingness of lore ...