Drowning

It’s never a good thing to lie…

 

 

Four o’clock in the morning
He lies awake and cries
Today he lost his one true love
In a river of his lies
Her arms reached up like branches
Clutching at the sun
He watched her from the river bank
Not knowing what he’d done
The sun fell down this morning
As he watched his lover drown
She’d gone and left him high and dry
The world turned upside down

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