Place.

Hillside.
Tall grasses.
Come to me sweet new breeze.
I need you love.
I'm locked out again, you have the....
Come to me tall green trees
I need you now, to compromise me.
I wish we did not blink, because you need to know,
there is nothing but darkness to waste and faulseness to show.
wither weather will come, but may it never make faint.
We're almost to the ocean now, skies thick like paint.
Reflections in water will always glisten, though as night comes mere speckles
We won't wait, but be... skin tarnished with freckles.
Hands age, but never texture will souls.
Enriched in lives, these sights and leaves of golds.
Why was this bridge built to fill time?
There is nothing but endlessness for the sunlight to shine.