We'll escape, run as far as we can and be free, his voice is so full of hope (or as Adam would call it, foolishness) that day after day in our 'prison' it begins to fill me up, one drop at a time.
His cage is lined with so much blue (the kind of stuff that makes his feet stay planted on the ground) that it's almost an underwater castle, just for my prince and me.
Two chocolate brown eyes stare into me, but it every once in awhile it seems they look right on by me, looking and seeing what isn't there. What Isn't me (what is Lois, what is Lana).
Some times I see someone else in his familiar features, someone that came into my calm and crazy life and stirred up a little hurricane that sent everything into ruins. Some times I see Peter.
He comes crawling out of the sticky-sweet smile of my prison mate, coming back into my life with a vengeance and sometimes it seems that he'll never leave.
"What's wrong, Elle? I told you everything would be okay, don't you believe me?"
"Every single candy-coated word."