Into the Sunset.

The birds fly over the lake,
almost directly into the sunset.
It was her favorite kind of summer evening.
She'd drive down to the water, thinking and writing.

A tear escapes her beautiful blue eyes.
She can't help herself; she tells herself she's not good enough-
She'll never be comparable.
Her confidence was shot, her heart was broken.

She had a tendency to fall for her close friends.
Hurting herself in the long run.
She knows it; they all know it.
But she insists; insists on trudging on; falling harder.

She turns to her brother; seeking advice.
Seeking guidance- seeking any type of comfort.
He's wrapped up in his own life now, no time for his younger sister.
It's not like what it use to be.

The birds fly over the lake,
almost directly into the sunset.
It was her favorite type of summer evening.
She takes another sip of her vodka.
Sip by sip, her troubles float away.