She Already Hopped The Fence

Without a word she would say
all the things she could say
About the way she was feeling
Today

I knew when she hurt
I knew when she was sad
I knew when she giving
All that she had

I loved to watch her dance
With pomp and circumstance
The way she moved her body
To the rhythmic clap of hands

She would never let go
To the sins of his past
So they could never grow
And perfect their craft

Surrounded by trinkets
Hearts made of glass
She couldn’t stop thinking
Of greener fields of grass

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