The skies are weeping, the soil is loose,
Alone I stand at your backyard for you.
The last look consumed, the words never came,
Tell me please, do my words betray?
Repenting at leisure, I don’t make haste,
Your words speak all of it, but I have confessed,
It’s too late.
Why should I weep alone, when it can’t break you?
Always lurking in the dark, light can’t find me through.
The weather chills, and I am asleep.
No need for the fire, in myself I creep.
I will be gone to nowhere, before you find me.
Little absence will be ages, it will not spare me.
Forgive me please, time is waiting still.
At your backyard I sleep alone and the skies continue to weep.
Find me a place in you
The backyard is sinking and I am alive for you.
The world is at your steps and I am crawling still.
Mark my words they are true,
It doesn’t matter how you are,
Still I like you…
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