Tears well up like a pooling creek,
Tears roll down like a silent river.
Those tears fall
In my lap,
On her head.
Her curly fur, white against
The red.
It's never rained this much in August.
Tears well up like a pooling creek,
Tears roll down like a silent river
Sitting in the
Dirt.
Covering love over,
As memories move from my heart
And down my face.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 11:47am on Nov 19, 2024 via server WEBX1.