August 30, 2009
it sways,
and dips,
in rythm,
it wispers,
a little song to me,
while i sit here,
i wisper back,
think some thoughts,
and your still not here,
the clouds rumble in overhead,
the wind screams through the trees,
hail and rain pelt my skin,
and still i wait,
on this rock,
i cry,
tears and rain combine,
i stand,
then run,
slip and fall,
blood now,
mixed with the tears and rain,
and still,
i wait

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