The fight

by Jenn   Mar 24, 2005


The sky turns dark, the morning rumbles.
She walks by him, and quickly stumbles.

The clouds cover, the sun has missed.
He looks at her, but just gets dissed.

The rain begins to fall from the sky.
He walked away and they ~both~ cry.

Gray all day, and into night,
and niether will give up the fight.

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