OUTSIDE IN

by July 15, 2011 0 comments

outside in
the pouring rain
can’t light
a cigarette
don’t guess that i’ll
admit
the girl just yet
perhaps i should
just leave her there
to die
i am sure
that she’ll be fine
And the morning comes
it always does
it always has
and the sun will rise
it always does
it always has
and the way we were
on the day before
we began to lie
just a reflection
in a tiny little tear drop
rolling
slowly
to
my
ear.

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