The Gray December
The clouds are gray, my feet are cold, ill walk alone along the path, unsure of what
to expect, I see you blankness upon your face your fist tightly closed. I stand
watching, praying .I fall going into a deep dispare nothing to hold but air the trees
seem abundent. I lay thinking of my foolish heart, and of you. when I open my eyes
there you are, tears fill your eyes ,fear strikes your heart. your hands limpe againist
my body, as you carry me to the place that was once happy and full of joy but
now ,is lonely and out of place. I for always thngs were different but our love is like
the wind, you cant see it but you feel it.
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