Drenched
Drenched with guilt he feels
Beaten down with worry
Cursed and threatened not to tell
The dreams he takes away are real
Next time you'll be sorry
Underestimating every day
He breaks in with his own key
Not following but getting me...
The look in his eyes all but say
Don't leave me girl...
...I'll make you stay
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2009
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