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 © Karen Brown | Year Posted 2006
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