I Hope It's Nice at ISU

A thunderstorm poured down
All night and day–
Like my bitterness towards you,
It’s started to fade.

The dwindling tap of raindrops.
Reminiscent of my tears–
A downpour at first, now a drizzle,
After the passage of these years.

I try to sleep but it’s always in vain.
The wind carries my thoughts away.
Do you often see me in the plains?
Is the image of me, forever in wait,
Eternally burned in your fearful brain?
Do you ever imagine me, free on the train,
Like how I picture you, trapped in chains?

These months pass me by.
I still wonder, at times–
You confessed that, at night,
You picture my eyes.
My voice still lingers in the back of your mind,
And despite it all, you stayed behind,
The comfort of familiar lines.

Like the roses you gave two years ago,
My patience has gone and withered.
I hate to disappoint, like you did to me,
But I cannot wait forever.

You no longer weigh me down–
Whatever it was I had to do,
I set myself free, severed the chain.
And I hope that it’s nice at ISU.

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