13 October 2012

13 oct 2012

when he walked, he walked straight away,
and he promised that he wouldn't be returning.
he told her she could cry every day,
he was done with her tears and her yearning.

the sun doesn't really go down,
it's an illusion of the earth's constant turning.
if you look it's right there to be found,
same as ever, hot as hell, always burning.

she watched as he passed 'round the bend,
and considered the lesson he'd be learning.
she knew that he'd be back again -
night is cool, but the sun's always burning.

the sun doesn't really go down,
it's an illusion of the earth's constant turning.
if you look it's right there to be found,
same as ever, hot as hell, always burning.

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