Thoughts
Every thought and every dream
came only as it seemed
bluer than the summers sea
but then darker than the summers eve
that you did come to me
and then you had to leave
all the things i should have said came rushing threw my head
and i can only wish now that they could have been said
cuz now all i have is the hard and painful fact that you are now dead
Copyright © Tara Workman | Year Posted 2005
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