C.A. Morrow


Stitch In Time

So is it the pain that meanders through my mind?
Was it the sweet words that I foolishly bled?
Was I only selfish in trying to be kind?
Romance rarely blossoms in a cold bed.

Oh, I've listened intently to all the sad songs
Addressing missed chances over lost love
But reality takes no pity on disguised wrongs
Just as a pigeon can't sigh as a dove.

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