Black and Stormy Nights

July 9, 2013

Black and white.

No, it is only black.

Leave my life for a while

But wake up with some bile

Cry over the time I have lost.

Grateful for the break

Of dreams or to be awake.

Not think of the life

I have lost,

I once begun

Because I might as well have none.

Memories will always

Get me through rainy days

But they will not light

A fire on stormy nights.

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