Sienna

Sienna
Something in the way sunlight runs down your face
Makes me think about some years-old holiday
There's something in the way my teardrops taste
They are, after all the only thing you gave
I paint you with sienna
Shadows on your face with ocean blue
Like the realisation that I might not ever truly get to you
I have it in my mind the smell of earth in mid-July
You know that it's not right, still, you do it all the time
We felt the shaking ground, I put my novel down
The tarpans came, then ran away
The dust they left paints the sky with sienna
Shadows on your face with ocean blue
Like the realisation that
We might not ever get to see Siena
Like I always pictured we would do
I crumble with each fall, you run free
I will never stop reaching for you
With sienna
Shadows on your face with ocean blue
Like the realisation that
We might not ever get to see Siena
Like I always pictured we would do
It was the realisation that I might not ever truly get to you