As situations changeand gray skys embrace the feeling that true love has been misplaced.
The days turn to night as a smile leaves my face so i count the drips on the window seal as i watch the falling rain.
I sair at the willow as it weaps in pain and I try to denie the loss of my faith .
I hope my thoughts of you soon disepate leaving only one lonley memory of sunnier days.
A memory of you dancing around the willow with a smile on your face and later that night with you by the fire place even tho I am sitting here reminiscing over your beauty and grace I slowly start to regain my once lost faith.
The sun peaks through the gray skys as the willow drys so i pick my head up and wipe the tears from my eyes.
The willow has tought its time to move on in my life nothing in this world can hide from gray skys.
"Nothing in life is perfect so look past the bad spots and try to make the finish product worth remembering"
Jesse Wayne Strong
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