Monday, April 26, 2010


Her tears fall
Like april showers
Flooding the muddy river
That runs through the center
Of this town
Some days she wishes
The shaky bank on which she stands
would cave and wash her away
she closes her eyes
and imagines the murky madness
rising around her
as she rides the waves
into the darkness
where she would find solice
in your arms
together for eternity
a love that was never meant to be

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