01:45 - April Showers: Doubts, Not Flowers
The world turned back to cold today
I turned, you turned, we walked away.
Four months alone to see your face
For hours few, but worth the wait.
And even though while at her side
You looked content to other eyes,
I think I glimpsed the hurt you feel,
I think that kiss was far from real.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2011
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