Spring Come Undone ... original by Heavy Mist
I was waiting for the spring to come… yet this spring my dreams came undone.
I was busy picking the blue for the sky and painting wild flowers while they were still alive.
I was late only four hours… yet for you, hours turned into weeks.
I asked where you were… and why did you not wait?
So now “our secret place" is cursed with cars that are all bent… concrete, cement, and rivers all spent.
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