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Wind In the Willows

Tears on my pillows-- Rain from my eyes. Wind in the Willows... Echoes our last good-bye. What Heaven will allow, below-- My woes, hearing all your lies; By and by, tends to make me cry. Pretending you didn't commit a crime-- But, Mending this broken heart, Will take quite some time. Voices whispering from the wine-- Sending chills down my spine. Ending up, Still, so far apart. Choices made-weren't mine. Needing help getting through- Till I am over you. Leading down a lonely path-- Pleading, I'll survive the aftermath. A coward atlast; being yellow; Again fast, growing mellow-- Knowing once, I was a lucky fellow. Tears on my pillows-- Rain from my eyes. Wind in the Willows... Echoes our last good-bye.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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