she whispers ugly symphonies
a bitter hissing song
unbearable to hear the lazy lies
The girl starts to cry
A rose smears across her bare face
The summer beauty sweats
her drunk fiddling fingers swirl
as she try's to make them stop
I stay behind the tree and stare
wishing the sky would tear
and the clouds would fall
so I wouldn't have to interfere
I walk a step and the chanting stops
my opportunity tossed
a life was at lost