Thursday, December 1, 2011

TIME FOR GRIEF

Water my grief, my tears.
Flood my broken heart.
I saw Death come to to kiss you;
creeping through the dark.

I held you, dear, so tightly;
I wanted you to stay,
but Death had come
to take you.
He said we had to part.

Water my grief my tears,
and drown my broken heart.

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