Those. Sweet. Little. Memories.

by Briana   Mar 13, 2007


Little White Picked Swing
Along A Front Porch Lawn,
Swinging Alone and Hopelessly
Waiting For The Dawn.

Lonely Days And Oh So
Cold Were Those Nights,
Among The Open Stars;
Billions of Sparkling Lights.

Stiff Was The Grass That
Made My Body Freezing
My Bare Skin, Out With The Sin
You Made My Life So Amazing.

Raindrops, Slightly Bigger Than My Fear,
Raced Down From You Through The
Heavens To Cover My Only Tear.

Thoughts Only Of The Good Times,
No One Could Bring A Frown.
The Sweet Songs You'd Sing To Me
Until My Baby Eyes Shut Down.

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