About
outside the clouds begin to formblack and grey a midnight storm
i sit and stare out of my darkened window
across the sill crawls a lonely widow
and it makes me think of solitude
and the lonliness i feel
as i stare at this single spider
and hate how you're not here...
do you think were going to make it
as we try to reconsile
even though it hurts so badly when we think about denial
dont you know i really love you
you must believe that it's true
leave the past just behind us
i ask forgivness of you...
-Searles
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