One Rainy Morning

One cold rainy morning

I lay in bed, watching the rain

grasping at those good old days in vain

Miles and miles apart, you were

and even more apart, we were

 

She is but a dream astray

to my heart I did pray

But drunk in reverie of yesteryears

tired though it pined for yours

 

And so one cold rainy morning

I lay in bed, mourning

My hands dripping crimson

as I slipped into the unknown.

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