The honey suckles,
And the apple does not fall far from the tree…
If only the shoe fit,
And you left me where I was supposed to be.
I trickle down the river; I write our ode to the world…
Let's stride on the surface! The tension keeps us above!
But it only slightly changes the love you chose to shove.
The clothing line hangs.
Soaked tees and surrounding bees.
Like worms eating apples,
They are birds eating their seeds.
So naturally courageous…
Being simply who they are?
I can't help but seek that feeling,
But only from afar.
I have only fallen from my head,
I have only tripped over loose shoes,
And when you guided me away,
I only thought to push us out.
I am so naturally foolish and simply cowardly when I doubt.
I am under the bleachers
with the glares from my laughter
with the fading of what I thought couldn't have mattered after
Sitting on the bleachers
dancing to the music
the cold air hitting my neck
Has this moment gone away yet?
I am under that tree
the tallest one around
I'm safe even while on the ground.
My mind has gone racing
I'm running past my last class
and I'm reminiscing about every goal that's crashed.
I am under my future
and over my past
but I'm present for the last writing I'll stash.
I am under what once was.
I am not here just because.
So once I am under a tunnel
and sitting on a train
that leaves all my dirt in the rain
I'll be humming old music
from under those bleachers
and under that tree
I'll reminisce on times where we thought we'd forever be