She's leaving on a jet plane.
But I guess that she don't know, the reason why she's going.
A guess,that it's just to show you all the silly things,
The things that you're not knowing.
Things like love and slushy kisses.
Maybe being someone's mrs.
Oh little birds with folded wings they speak of oh such pretty things.
All that glitters is not gold,
She needs to say, before getting old.
Things that matter are not much.
She's missing moments from your touch.
Life is such a self-fulfilling prophecy. Where, I want you but you don't want me.
We're just two free spirits that roll in a glass.
A glass with a crack.
And that's a fact.
Wholesome, opaque,
How ever we dare,
As long they last.
And long shall they care.
As time is precious and so they may share.
Of idiosyncratic seconds, laid both open and bare.
As she lives for the moment,
She's just having a blast.
As the shepherdess,
Tears off her beautiful dress.
Puts on her genes if you know what that means.
A sheep in wolf's clothing, her hair is a mess.
And all the sheep fall, at her funny feet,
Which smell.
Her words be spoken, that only she can tell.
She wants to shout loudly but she's feeling so weak.
Knowing that her heart really doth skip a beat,
The frank shepherdess is really so sweet.
(c)LIVVI