the red cliches

and the road is black before her, with yellow squares and lines making their existence known by glittering in the street. hot tears roll down her cheeks as her tires hug the pavement at 80 mph.curve around curve and every straightaway before her...
its the night before valentine's day, and she cant seem to shake these thoughts, from before and theses dreams of one day.

the past lays out these ideas to marry your best friend,the orangey yellow and red roses in a huge bouquet, and the black card to avoid the red cliches, that was my favorite moment.and will remain there in the files of my brain, with dried up roses and the card that i still carry to this day.

the future lays in the darkness before her, with one across the world, and one in her car, and one with his career, choices sit all around and we all know that she will run from all three, and take her tattered wings and believe.

but this you will see is the most beautiful of all three, because she is free.

and yes every choice she leaves behind, will follow her, until they are crawling on their knees,
and she will be strong, although she wants at least one, in the end its better to gain none of them.

and the red cliches will remain, in that black card,the card she will hold tight, waiting for her best friend to find her, but she knows that day will come, and every fight will be worth it, and every choice left behind will disappear.