Midnight Cold

And its cold here she said
Looking and waiting
As midnight roses sat in the window fading
Rain just evaporates
It used to soak in the wood
Rot away the pine trees where the evergreens stood
But making her pass
She just got up and changed
Put on her dress and pass the cold panes

And it's colder
Colder with all of the passing
It's colder with all of the passing

Can it grow


Countrypolitan Lady said...

you're waxing poetic lately....

thos said...

yea - whuts wit da p-homs