The Dark Clouds
Tuesday, June 14th, 2011
Come on over cut the lawn on my side.
The grass is somehow greener over here.
Complaints you make seem to offend me.
I know you’ll get lost out in my yard.
Breathe in.
Notice.
All the dark clouds aren’t for you.
One more cry against your hardship please friend.
A miracle it seems for you to smile....





























































