Where Silver Tears Do Rust

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Periwinkle Skies...2001

Periwinkle skies of blue*
I used to miss the one I loved*
I used to respect and honor you*

I have moved on*
From childish dreams*
There is no wrong*
Or right, it seems*

Showered with profanities*
I've lost my will to fight*
I suppose you stole my spirit*
Like a burglar in the night*

Damned for my iniquities*
Ignored, but for your lust and need*
You're drowning in your own self-pity*
And your own uncertainties*

Periwinkle skies of blue*
Are my escape from the pain of you*

I used to want to please you*
I used to feel your pain*
I used to want to work things out*
Then you hushed me up again*

Showered with profanities*
I've lost my will to fight*
I suppose that you stole away my spirit*
Like a burglar in the night*

Periwinkle skies of blue*
Are my escape from the pain of you...

L.A.McNabb
24 May, 2001

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