She sits satisfied in the tall grass,
Watching each blade scratch her leg as she lets the time pass…
And as each tear from the sky helps her hide her own
A quick flick from her wrist blurs her eyes that roam…
“Oh” is enough of a sentance to confide,
in the trees and the breaze that hold her up tonight.
“Oh” is enough of a sigh of releif
As she slips into total and utter defeat…
The bitter taste of former sweet lingers off her lips,
Remanice, do forget, oh please grant me this…
Fading but waiting to leave, it’s frustraiting…
Pacing but hesitating cause she longs for a painting…
Of a picture with her,
Oh she’s so picturesque,
Cause when you look at one dimension you always miss the rest..
Cause after the picture she hid her head and wept,
Not just cry, or tear up, it’s a post smile of unrest…
And “Oh” is enough of a sentance to confide,
That your not listening to the words that he avoids every night…
Fading but waiting to leave, it’s frustraiting…
But lately he finds that it’s so entertaining…
He stands up tall against the lip of a cliff,
And each kiss that it gives is a gust where he might slip…
And as each breath he breaths becomes increasingly shallow,
It’s magnified and justified by the canyons great echo…
The scent of content that floats from a hundred miles away,
He can see the light of a star that might not exist today…
Is he chasing something or nothing that’s too far away,
To make out an idea or actual shape.