They all say its so wrong
but I don't seem to feel bad

and sometimes you understand me so fully
and whats wrong with that?

you make me laugh
and smile more then the guilt
churns my stomach

In summer, a valley so green, thick in veridian
a pond looking on, sits atop the world - waiting for no one
The sun through an open window, so soon to be gone
hills above, some days ago
covered in whitest snow