Black
By branhamjd
stained carpets and leaky ceilings old windows and creaky stairs cold gray days and cloudy skies hiding the tears that fall like rain drops from my eyes leaves have fallen now the trees are bare the ground is hardening from the deep freeze of winter the bright warm sun is hidden from our sight and I lay here alone wishing you would just hold me tight this old place just doesn’t feel the same somehow these walls seem to conceal the flaws and shame all that used to be vibrant has turned to black nowhere to run and hide it's too late - I can't turn back Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 08:41 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"stained carpets and leaky ceilings..."