Gray World

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Gently she presses her cheek against the pane
And lets the tears fall down like rain
Where memories past are memories gone
Never to be lived again

Time stands still, the world goes by
As two pairs of eyes fill up with tears
Cheeks red, tempers rage, and mouths burst

Gently she presses her cheek against the gravestone
And lets the tears stain the stone
“I’m sorry friend,” she whispers soft
“I never made it right.”





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SilverDawn said...
Jul. 13, 2009 at 2:31 pm
wow, that was so touching. i loved every single word of your poem.
 
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