The colors grow dim with the night
And the light of day will fade.
Sitting crosslegged on a stump
I bid my farewell with a wave.
My palm is hollow for yours;
There's a stump by my side.
My partner, how you wandered –
You wavered into a lie.
How I wish I could revive
The connection we shared, my dear,
And how, you'd never wave goodbye–
For you promised to stay near.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 12:12 PM UTC
The colors grow dim with the night
And the light of day will fade.
Sitting crosslegged on a stump
I bid my farewell with a wave.
My palm is hollow for yours;
There's a stump by my side.
My partner, how you wandered –
You wavered into a lie.
How I wish I could revive
The connection we shared, my dear,
And how, you'd never wave goodbye–
For you promised to stay near.
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