here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory restsbut never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Poignant.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
some view me as a priceless possession, like brand new silver shining under the sun... in truth, i am nothing but tarnished--- battered and weathered through time.
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory restsbut never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends.
No comments:
Post a Comment