• The Stars, The Past, and The Tears.

    I lay on my back on this soft green, green grass.
    While pondering theories about science and mass.

    I stare up at the stars as I remmeber the past.
    Like the day I went fishing and broke the cast.
    Or how about the day when we played football, if only I was so fast.

    As I stare at the stars remmebering what was,
    tears bleed out of my eyes just because.

    If only now was then things would be okay again.
    If only now was then I would be happy again.

    The stars slowly fade as the sun beings to rise.
    It becomes time to finally say our good-byes.