Shadows fall across the grass
Glowing under lamp light
My heart aches with the illumination
That I no longer have his heart
It has been covered by the denial of peace
What could bring peace, he refuses to accept
His heart has closed
It no longer beats with mine
I want to scream into the night,
Bawl my eyes out, lament in despair
The abrupt thunder does it for me
Lightning shooting across the dark sky
I smell the precipitation on the wind
It rustles the grass as I stand waiting...
Waiting for the tears to come
And fall upon my head
I don't have to wait long
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