Sun's Coming Out
White as a marshmallow
Burning flaring fiire
Youve turned into a lier
Trees keeps falling
Water aint holy
You cant even Be sorry
This bench
Was made of wood
And no more air for good
I once had your leaves
And your wind would should
"This time the sun comes out"
(For boo:Probably the most honest and loving and hurt.Im her for you)
Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2009
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