They say that April showers
Always bring May flowers
But the wilting rose on the window
And the darkening sky's innuendo
Tells me another tale.
They say that spring is a time for love and life
But ever since he went away, it's always rife with strife.
The dead flowers in the vase
All but rest my case
And tell me another tale.
The flowers he sent to me are dying
When he promised undying love
The heavens mourn the tears I'm crying
As the rain comes down from above;
It tells me another tale.
I see no flowers bright and cheery
Only the sky so dark and weary.
I see no promises of spring now spoken
Only promises he made now broken.
They tell me another tale.
They say that April showers
Always bring May flowers-
Well I sure pray they're right
If only so everything in life will set itself aright.
So it can tell me a different tale.
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Tristful Beauty
PoesiA few pretty poems, painted with moonlight and brushed with midnight tears.
