In the Garden By the Cliff
In the garden by the cliff,
She met a boy
His eyes sparkled; hers sparkled with joy
And to see him again, she should, she would come back
In the garden by the cliff,
He showed her new things
Skipping rocks; the water made rings
She was so happy, she would, she must come back
In the garden by the cliff,
They picked flowers and walked
They sang and they talked
She began to wonder, why must she always come back?
In the garden by the cliff,
He laughs with her and dreams
Peeking around trees; hopping over streams
And she knows she’s elated; can’t wait to come back
In the garden by the cliff,
She grows fonder and fonder
Of his ways and his heart; she ponders
Would he ever; is it possible, that he loves her back?
In the garden by the cliff,
She watches the wind ruffle his hair
She feels silly, being jealous of the air
The weather wasn’t perfect, but she knew she’d come back
In the garden by the cliff,
She sees another girl
More elegant than herself, into his arms she twirls
She flees, swearing to never, ever come back
In the garden by the cliff,
She came back; he’s ecstatic
About the golden hair and deep eyes; she didn’t have it
For him, she thought, I will always come back
In the garden by the cliff,
She couldn’t help but come
And watch him with that girl, dancing in the sun
She is breaking herself, continuously; she shouldn’t come back
In the garden by the cliff,
He introduces her to the beauty
With eyes bluer than her own misery
She means it this time, she’ll never come back
In the garden by the cliff,
She stands on the edge; hears their wedding bells
Toppling near the precipice, and choosing so, she fell
Broken at the bottom, she never came back.
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