On the grass, green as we are,
We kneel beneath the eyes of heaven.
My sister and I.
Knees stained with dry mud and the stains of the grass.
Washing them clean, a thankless task.

My sister and I.
Breeze blowing.
Spring tree tops tickle the sky.
We sit and relax as we chat about men.
What a pair of old hens we are.
Sat there under the summertime time tree.
We're sat on a nest of manic wild ants.
We're scratching and itching, cos they got in our pants.
Between the two of us, we gave up on romance.
Sat on the lawn.

A little forlorn .
A pair of old maids upon wild tirades.
Ranting and raging under our breath.
To meet a new man spells certain death!
We smile and we giggle about the last ones we lost.
Counting on fingers, those truly lost.
And maybe missing them still.

Love in essence a bitter pill.
Hard to swallow, still.
We stand up and leave.
For you, I still grieve.
We brush off our knees.
With a hay fever sneeze and tear gritty eyes.
All fed up with lies.
Our minds fly away to a past summers day.
A day, a reflection of love's imperfections.
Home we go, my sister and I.
(C) Livvi