Puddles
Another gray morning
drag myself up out of bed
like so often it seems
dark clouds gather overhead
as moments cherished puddle in my mind
thoughts of lost love surface
memories can be so unkind
Feelings turn bitter cold that once kept me warm
I now shudder with the sorrow under this on-going storm
Hushed sounds of solitude thunder in my ears
as the rain keeps on falling as if ten thousand tears
No forecast of fair, only these same black skies in sight
loves wounds again bleeds well into the night
Drag myself back to that empty, vacant bed
regret plans not done and things, the little things left unsaid
The numbness of sleep I hope to find
escape painful memories
drain these puddles from my mind
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