Why now?,
and why did it have to be you?
I am such a tired soul,
too tired to tread cross your young heart
too weathered to see another heart break
I am the sky,
and all i can do is rain down upon your
grounded thoughts and growing need.
I cannot shower you with affection,
But I can downpour a deluge of confusion.

01/30/2006

Posted on 01/30/2006
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