My Proverbial Corner

As I sit upon freshly cut grass
beautifully chopped, perfectly shaped.
I know this feeling just won't last
but can't we just fake?

Nothing can stop me
Weapons, threats or rain
I'll run to where ever you may be
in all my glorious pain

Even if we don't fit in
It'll be you I long for
and if we're illegitimate
I'll cry like loves no more

Truly, life is over
Two more years to go
this is my proverbial corner
and you're the only one who knows.