Maylee Bossy (17/02/95)

Dizzy skies catch drunken eyes
Then fade away to black
A single flower underneath
Falls in concrete cracks

I stumble on feet, I stumble on words
Those words at which I tremble
And though my heart bares no false witness
On lips the lies assemble

The clouds cry from a moonless sky
But who are they to judge?
For they too have deceived
And I have yet to hold a grudge

Now rain shall pour and ripple
In puddles on the street
And I shall gaze into the black
For your eyes I cannot meet