June 22, 2011
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Left Behind
The storms were coming in.
We spent time by the sea,
By the sea, by the sea.
When will we ever again?Clothing Oreos in warm Baker’s
We waxed aesthetic
Their chances pathetic:
they went to meet their makers.I could not hold back the tears.
Taking advantage of grace,
We held in embrace
Crushed by the weight of my fears.How could he be so stoic?
We’ve been so close,
I’ve loved him the most
that anyone would know it.He left me, for sure I can see
–Blue car driving away
A rainy, dark day–
But wonder if he’ll leave me.
