we met that cold, cold season
was it your need for someone that sees
or mine that weren't even obvious
what do you think the reason?
that April played us a song
five hundred days we've weathered
the ever increasing storms
what do you think the reason?
this limbo where it lays
neither heaven or hell where
it now does dwell
what do you think the reason?
we met that cold, cold season
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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