Days grown grim and dim

The days have passed, away from you

The seasons aged and crumbled through

The rain that soaked once empty fields

Is now my shelter, my saviour, my shield

The courtyard where we used to play

Has died, gown grim and dim with sway

Even as the years slip by, through empty hands

The taste inside my mouth stays sour and bland

I am sorry for the times we've had

Where happiness dwindled and we stayed mad

Pray, as I did, God didn't come through

Because in the end I still lost you

Reviews

[Poetic Injustice]

*hug*

[269]

This has such a real quality. I enjoy getting to know your feelings. charly

[The Tao of Bri]

such passion and sorrow.. intensely felt...so much..