As drops of sunlight trickle down through these cloudy skies
I search for a hint of affection in your misty eyes
As these they sway poignantly to the melody of this lust filled breeze
They tell mute stories of those who came before, they do, these trees
The silence between us swallows the rumbling oceans without thought
As the silence is at an end, to keep it that way, countless battles I'd have fought
Songs play in the back of my mind that would've been fitting
As words I try and utter through these teeth I've been gritting
Reminds me of AstroTurf, it does, this patch of grass
To end this maddening silence I wish to blurt out something utterly crass
As the sun departs and leaves behind a fiery trail, the mood steers towards the glum
I pick up those tattered old shoes for I can tell when our time has come
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
As drops of sunlight trickle down through these cloudy skies
I search for a hint of affection in your misty eyes
As these they sway poignantly to the melody of this lust filled breeze
They tell mute stories of those who came before, they do, these trees
The silence between us swallows the rumbling oceans without thought
As the silence is at an end, to keep it that way, countless battles I'd have fought
Songs play in the back of my mind that would've been fitting
As words I try and utter through these teeth I've been gritting
Reminds me of AstroTurf, it does, this patch of grass
To end this maddening silence I wish to blurt out something utterly crass
As the sun departs and leaves behind a fiery trail, the mood steers towards the glum
I pick up those tattered old shoes for I can tell when our time has come
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