Whistle and Pearly Cliffs

Dancing with no motion
On the edge of pearly cliffs
She's tired of broken hearts
She's tired of doing this

Rusty chevy parked on the road
Would that be the thing she leaves behind?
She bites her lip till blood runs warm
Loosing her sense of space and time

She can't breathe or think
Her heart crushes her lungs
The wind blows rocks down to the ground
Downward spiral plunge

Why did she put on this dress?
Was it a mistake or was it meant
The dark blue dress with diamond eyes
That's what she wore when they first met

The cold taste of copper between her lips
The dripping blood that feels like rust
The tears in her eyes from broken hopes
Tears in her eyes from broken trust

She starts to cry harder now
Harder and harder still
She tears apart her small black purse
To find a off-white pill

She started screaming at the highest sound
She could make from her frail chest
Till she shook and fell down to her knees
Broken hearts are at their best

She whispered to herself
"He breaks the best of me"
She's bending and she's snapping
In this false reality

She hears something in the distance
A small piercing sound
A whistle, she hears a whistle
She spins her head around

A man with deep brown eyes
Jeans and a black shirt
Is sitting right behind her
Playing with the dirt

He said that she is pretty
He said he'd like to dance
But the lack of music is a shame
So he said he lost his chance

She asked him how he got here
He said that he just walked
She laughed out loud and wiped her tears
He said he wanted to talk

They spoke for so many hours
That the sun was on the cliff
Hanging in the balance
Of life and love and this

He walked her to the rusty car
And opened the passenger door
He said he'd drive her to her house
And that his intentions were pure

Facing the open door
Heart skipped a single beat
Enough to make her lose her mind
And spin around on her feet

She tilted her head up
Kissed him hard and real
He kissed her back and held her close
This kind of sunset you can feel

He drove her home that evening
And yes, he spent the night
Not the way your thinking though
Everything was alright

They watched her favourite movie
And she fell asleep in his arms
He watched her the whole night
Knowing she was safe from harm

She woke up the next morning
To a whistle, to a sound
She kissed him and she thanked him
For keeping her around

"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."
~Robert Frost