Grass is greener

Alabaster untoward disaster, always wanting more to fill my space and fill my time. I've always known the grass is greener on the other side. I break my back and bend desire, the truth it hurts, like ashes from a funeral pyre. It was never the materialistic pursuit that would fill my cup. That grass is green and hurts the gut. It's not the worst but never the best. This green ass grass will make me nutz. Superficial posession filled heart left empty 4000k TV won't cheer me up. This green machine will eat me up. The Jones left grasping for a torment rut. Left bleeding to be first in line for the next generation treason gun. To make life better, with lies and lust. I'll burn these fields to have one more chance. To close our eyes and take that dance. To walk the beach with the moon so brite. This green ass grass has stole my pride. I need to touch your silky face to take my wants and fill this space. The people that have burdens past. Forget this stuff your hearts my glass. That grass is green, but my love will last.

Zaq biehl