Andrew Crisci Poet Lyric

This April's Rainfall

With the heaviest heart,
I start feeling so lonely;
it's almost dusk, I head back home...
staring at a church's dome:
under which God united us,
never to be apart!
Good Heavens,
I'm beginning to cry!

This April's rain imitates
my cold tears 
running down my cheeks;
we aren't together as we should;
our foolishness took us
to the strangest places:
it wasn't a wrong turn, indeed!
Who's to blame, where's the guilt?
Shouldn't we admit it?
 
Our pictures hang on every wall,
flashing smiles, drawing doubts;
we swore faithfulness,
not wanting to ever fall!
Were we devotees or fakers?
Were we trustworthy, 
or simply unworthy?

This April's raifall
imitates my cold tears,
no consolation is found
;in loneliness ;
I have more miles
to go, I'm feeling the chill
in these bones:
a half thought is not close
to a whole!

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