Cold September Noon
She owned the mirror ,she owned the sky,
In all of the years that I can remember ,I can’t get her off my mind,
Where did she go on that cold September noon,
When the last time I saw you as mine,
When I went wrong ,writing you in a song,
On that cold September noon.
Was it you or myself,who had the last laugh,
When the rain came down without a second left,
I saw on the day that she had lied to me,one last time.
On that cold September noon,I kissed her good bye.
Copyright © Ricky Brown | Year Posted 2013
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