Blistered and over grown with cobs of corn, my
Precious feet struggle to make another stretch...

Eyes dump buckets of shapeless fluid,
Onto the surface, attempting to break free...

You pass me in the street,
Not to have any clue who I be...

Walking through a draft of nameless streets,
Everyone looks identical, everyone looks the same...

Sitting here like strangers,
Our love has been forgotten - like it was never...

Tears keep dripping,
From the neverending supply locked within...

She's had enough of this.
Crying herself to sleep the majority of nights...

I miss
Him...

The stark white ringbarked forest,
Reflects the heat of the hot gold rush at noon...

Hidden by curfew,
A hault in time...

Sitting on both sides of the fence,
Which side is greenest...

This isn't a new story,
They've heard it all before...