Apr 11, 2010

An ode to your presence

No more excuses and time is running out.
The rivers are drying up and
you can't count the stars through the
haze of city lights.
We might not be so worried
if it were February.
But, as seasons have it,
April is here,
along with some fairy tales and
interesting news reports.
I'm not sure how much longer
this can last.
If you leave, who will keep the
monsters at bay, and who will
distract the prison guards?
Please, don't leave.
Don't you see?
I'll be eaten alive without you.

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