something very old

this is something very old; i think i like it.

The sun beat hot that day
Too hot for me
But it was bearable enough for you to get through
And for me, I sat underneath the shade of that old oak tree
Where we laid for hours
And spoke of nothing at all
And stared a whole in the sky
Making shapes of the clouds.

And she said we wouldn’t last
And you said you never believed her
But now that I am sitting here starring up with no one beside me
I think you lied

This morning I pulled the curtains shut
And today I cut my hair
I might dye it too, a sign of something new
But I promise you, I am not trying to nor have anything to declare
Because that ship has long sailed on
Billowing away as I sat down to cry
On the shore, by the sea
Watching it go with all my pride
Smile
Smile and say you are fine
Hold your breath and tell a lie

A lovely bird flew by me the other day
But before it passed it stopped to say
That I was wasting time sitting at my window day and night
Waiting for a shooting star
Waiting for the man on the moon
That he wasn’t coming soon
And that I was wasting my time
And as I started to cry
The lovely bird told me not to
Because the day was as pretty as me
And neither should be spent inside
This little box, separated from each other by glass
But rather doing better things
Than sitting and waiting for a wish to come true



except for maybe the end. i think the end might need some work.