The hurt that runs through it
Like a river
slow and sure
piddling itself out
yet always with a little more
in store.
Walking down the street,
round the bends,
up the alleys,
remembering
nothing.
Oh well.
BW/AMW
Like a river
slow and sure
piddling itself out
yet always with a little more
in store.
Walking down the street,
round the bends,
up the alleys,
remembering
nothing.
Oh well.
BW/AMW