Early Rain, by . QUEENIE . Subscribe to rss feed for <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

as cars pass
and i walk home
a night forgotten
all my own
in the rain
and grey blessing mist
they are off to church
a concept i missed
i stand tall
and smirk when they
glance
the looks upon
their faces
today
it makes me never
ever want to change
no hows, no way.

and who knows
i could be following you
i could be off to 
see God too
the black sheep
that the flock grew
but you doubt that
highly
don't you?

xoxo
Ellie J
Posted: 2005-09-29 00:09:49 UTC

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