The sun slumps down

November 9, 2007
The sun slumps down,
but I'm hidden underneath my frown.
The frost on the grass tips, slowly tries to contradict
the solemn feeling that you know is gonna stick.
When the sun goes down, the wolf comes out to play.
Leaving the love behind in a punch-drunk disarray.

Admiring from afar, the wolf wants nothing else
but to find the one and take them for himself.
Take the book and throw it on his shelf,
Rip out a page and wish the rest good health.
Step out the front door to catch some rain,
All he knows is that it beats the pain.

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