T.R. Sevrens Poet Ballad

Thicket Fence

I remember the dance of the Indians 
As we lay behind our thicket fence 
And the rain fell just as they wished

I took your hand, you squeezed and we were there 
Moving bodies flowed like they were meant 
To be together until the bitter end 

So? You ran away from your heart 
Nothing really seems to stay the same
Can my pleas forgive me? 

It kills to think that I'll never be with you again 
Do you see me now?
I don't know, somehow ... you were mine

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