It's winter in California
The palm trees sway to and fro
Simple reminders of what I let go.
The wind speaks to me at night
Shouting about the rain, "what a sight"
The water paints our portraits on concrete
Memories of my rides in the passenger seat
His hand on my thigh, with his big smile
Driving, wishing we could stay for awhile
It's winter in California
I know he's with her, sleeping soundly
And I am just a long lost memory
Maybe he'll remember me in his sleep
I promised myself I would not weep
Not over some person who left me
If only I had not been so blind I could see
The fool in this room, my room, sitting
Believing everything and nothing
It's winter in California
I am all alone in this dark, decrepit place
I told him I just needed a little bit of space
I promise I'm not bitter about this anymore
Please come home, be my forevermore
It's winter here in California
It's so cold, I am so cold
I miss him being mine to hold
But I'm the one with broken dreams
Because a lie is never as it
seems.
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The Story of Us
PoetryThis is a story that holds more truth than fiction, written in verse and short stories.
