Sometimes the Flower Isn'T Worth the Rain
SOMETIMES THE FLOWER ISN'T WORTH THE RAIN
He was on the short end of a losing dream
She smoked their last cigarette of faith
Running out of time and out of breath
She couldn't whisper a scream
The slamming door spoke the words
she couldn't say
They were headed where the wounded run.
But the scars never heal
Where does love go to die
She left a key on the table and unsolicted memories
Neither of which he wanted
Left again with what he didn't need.
It wasn't in the stars
There was no ace up his sleeve
He wrote it off as a lesson of life.
Using his pen full of unlearned ink.
How many tears does it take to drown the pain
First suspect is twisted fate
When you're pointing the blame
Saying it's better to have loved and lost
Depends on how deep a wound you've sustained
Sometimes the flower just isn't worth the rain
Copyright © Judge Santiago Burdon | Year Posted 2018
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