AugustA Poem by Simon WelshWhen you deem me so high
I'm waiting on a reason
A reason that will never form A reason to keep me here I'm waiting for someone Someone who will take the pain away Someone who will plead with me to remain All of August's crumpled leaves and golden trees seem to fall into the same shade of grey now and forever I'm waiting for an excuse An excuse to give me hope An excuse to stop from this I'm waiting for the dawn For the dawn to end this For the sun that will never rise while I am here © 2013 Simon WelshFeatured Review
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