The song below kinda relates to this poem.
I see your face in this dandelion field
Is your stepmother still hurting you?
Are you safe from her without me as a shield?
I watch the redheaded girl under the sky so blue
She reminds me of you sometimes
Something in her that was irresistible
A fragile beauty I couldn't buy with a dime
A frenzied enigma not found in circus shows
This new house that was not home
Had so many lost souls under its roof
Whiskey smells and broken glass in a house that was not a home
Not even home to the drunk demon living under the roof
I could hear the redheaded girl cry in her sleep
She is so afraid of the darkness
I have learned that tears have no use but my soul weeps
As I lie awake in the darkness
I hate this place.
Do you think of me when you paint at midnight?
Do you still paint at midnight secretly?
I still remember us as I think at night,
Of when we were young, and how we'd watch the sea
I loved you since I was seven and you were six
And I'd teach you chess and watch you paint
I'd talk to you about books and politics
As you drew outlines and taint
The skies in your art with sunsets
One day I will get out of here
The way Andy Dufresne did
I'll escape from here with not regret or tear
I will return to you like how the Little Prince did
Someone who loved his Rose
Please wait for me
Just hold on a little longer
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You might have noticed that the last 3 poems connect and are related.