Looking out from her rooftop
As her life walks right by.
Sees stairs to her ceiling,
She’s always wanted to climb.

Drawn feathers on her shoulder,
Green eyes, a quick smile,
She colors the sky.
Stamps purples with fingerprints.
Colors clouds so bright that
Even when it’s dark,
There’s still a little light.

And she’s never worried about the lines.

She stops, soaking the silence.
How could it all be wrong?
She says, ‘When I’m with you,
Today is never too long.’

She wound up on a rooftop.
She’s a stone, skipped through life.
And she steals the evening
While hearts are committing crimes.

But she’s never worried about the lines.
Colors feathers with her fingertips.
Walks right by.
She walks right by.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s