Erased

The Autumn of trees fall to the grass
Oh how the seasons come and they pass
She's a lost soul writer and nothing to show
White picket fence and a porch table note
A declaration, a direction for her to go
A misinterpretation, no elation
He finds her in a different state
She lets him stay
But she's moving again, moving again. go

Another page ripped from the record books
Omitted from the story, No Second look
It isn't working now, it never worked then
She's writes everything she wants in ink
She plays him, thrown in the water, sink
She writes his story but drops the pen
Picks up a pencil and thinks of when
Never had a tear for him, only in another's bed
She needs to hide him, only deserving of lead.