Sunday, January 12, 2014

My December

Tear-stained nights are longest
When you know you are to blame
I never was the strongest
Nothing left to cover my shame

Icicles of grief are growing
One teardrop at a time
My December isn't slowing
My thoughts not worth a dime

Tomorrow always dawns
With empty, empty eyes
And out across the lawns
Snowdrops fill my skies

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