Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Every four months



Every four months
Of my life
I am reminded
That  you are not
In my life
A change in the wind
A blinding sky
Coffee that tastes bad
Here I am about to cry
And that every day
I still think of you that way
It burns inside
And I am cold with pride
Because
Only one
Sets my heart 
On ice and fire
I walk alone
And like Amy said,
Tears will dry on their own. 


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