She wears a sad smile
Flaunting a ruby necklace of tears
Her sobs are her sweet song.
She tried to cover up her scars
But now they are her bracelets.
There was a time in which
She tried to change herself for others.
But now
This is her new reality.
She knows that she is pretty
It is all because of her honesty.
They say the candid shot is the lovliest
And her candid shot is wry and skeptical
She is a cynical beauty
And she couldn't be happier with herself.

Barren trees are whipping by
Underneath a pale blue sky
Cows and fences everywhere
Flying through the crispy air
Birds are swirling all around
Gravel scattered on the ground
Jumbled colors near and far
Wheels are turning over tar
Through this window, in this seat.
All of life is on repeat.
In the nation of the Peach,
All the world within my reach.

let me just chop down
another tree

swinging
with my axe
i will ignore
the earth's cry
to write a story
of my own
it's only fair

he says
but it's not
and i wish that he would start
to care

a canopy of stars were shining in the sky
above my head so brightly shining way up high
just like little diamonds twinkling in the night
such a lovely scene  a picture of delight
in the night so still in the heavens up above
it made me feel  so calm and filled my heart with love

i want to know the story
behind every freckle on your
back and ever scar on your
hands, i want to know how
they stuck with you and i want
to know the story of how
i stuck with you too

I remember the day well—
When your lips traveled down my neck like a greyhound bus,
Stopping at the station of my collarbone and lighting a cigarette there during the five-minute break.
Traced me down once more and—
All of your belongings still in the cargo hold—
then left.