Big
When do you regret?
Hurt
Cry
Heal?
When do you regret the times we spent?
Played
Kissed
Thought?
When do you regret the times we spent up in that old oak tree?
Or do you regret at all
What we went through up there?
You remember
That branch
Higher than the rest
We sat upon so gently.
Weapons like words
Against my skin
Up there, on that branch
The hurt too much
Grand
Huge
Big
To comprehend
Can't this be enough
All these miles apart
Can't this be smaller
Than this
I fall too many times
From that branch
But not into your arms
Into the ground
When do you regret, hurt, cry, heal?
When do you regret the times we spent, played, kissed, thought?
The weapons like words
Against my skin
The hurt too much, grand, huge, big.
But as these miles just keep growing
Why do I find myself
Falling to the ground.
Again, and again
To the big ground.