Written off of, Christina’s World– Andrew Wyeth 1948

Author's Note: As Christina wishes she could have the man of her dreams she is halted by what is in front of her. Hopefully, soon she can sense that it’s just single-sided and learn her lesson to better her life. 

As the wind blows,

as the crocodile green grass lay scattered,

the woman on the ground reaches out tattered.

As the crocodile green grass lay scattered, 

as she cries out in pain,

all she can do is sit there and call for his name.

As she cries out in pain,

as she starts to remember all the jollification tied with his name,

wishing and wishing that they could just play their game.

As she cries out in pain,

she tries to forget his name,

her body stays still, as all she can do now is reminisce.

She tries to forget his name,

the name pain starts to sound familiar,

the loss of him being too much for such a soft-hearted, sweet-tarted girl

She tries to forget his name, 

but his house is just a stare away,

a stare that hurts worse than a nasty glare.

She cries to forget his name,

Everytime always ends up the same, 

“Why me, why do I have to go through this game?”

As she sits with a heavy heart,

Him being the only one in her cart,

Christina’s eyes veer to the house, 

as the wind blows,

she’ll lay there in despair,

Hopefully, soon Christina will realize–that he doesn’t care.