Puddles by Dfx

Another gray morning
drag myself up, out of bed
Like so often it seems, dark clouds gather overhead
As our moments once cherished puddle in my mind
Thoughts of lost love resurface, memories can be so unkind

Feelings turn bitter cold that once kept me warm
I now shudder with the sorrow of this on-going storm
Hushed sounds of solitude thunder in my ears
and the rain is always falling
As if ten thousand tears

No forecast of fair
Only these same black skies in sight
Loves wounds again bleeds
Well into the night
When I drag myself back to that cold and empty bed
Regret things not done
And the things, and the little things left unsaid
The numbness of sleep I hope to find
Escape painful memories
Drain these puddles from my mind

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