Saga of Lois Lane #1
Never fall in love
With a wild roaming Superman.
Just call me Lois and be patient
While I write a story about this cosmic creature of a man.
He travels through constellations
That I watch fade with the rising sun.
I cry a billion tears
Missing my galaxy-driven, ever moving
All American Jedi on the run.
Will he land on my porch and tell of his travels?
One year, two, maybe three?
Oh yeah, next summer
He said he would fly by here again
And I will be waiting on the porch, as I have been.
Despite my constant trying, year after year,
No matter my left brain’s song
And my heart meat spreading everywhere,
I can’t, I don’t, I won’t it appears
Erase him from my script
Delete him, find a new hero
Give a girl a princess ending
A carriage ride and then
Stop loving him,
My wild roaming, galaxy-driven, ever returning
Loveable, Jedi Superman.
We are not different;
Very much alike we are.
My travels require no movement.
I’ve already read where he travels to
And done what he is going to do.
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