by Katharine Wilson

Created on: August 02, 2010

So you sailed away

I guess you left me waiting

There's something left unsaid

Poetry in the making

She's beautiful I'll bet

The only one you have eyes for

Maybe her hair is that auburn-red

You always did seem to adore

You used to call me springtime all the time

And kissing in the rain was magical

But now you left me sitting here

alone.

That grey sky is waiting

I guess I'll just keep walking

Through the rain

Away from you

There's no more talking.

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