Buried In A Cornfeild..

4 months since I held you last
Take me to lie in the feild of dead flowers-

4 months since you were mine-
And my only friends are the scarecrows residing in this corn-

4 months since our lips collided-
The long black train is looking more & more desirable-

4 months just leaves me dreading 4 more-
Bears & Bugs are trapped in the dreamweaver-

All these days, they run together like one-
I long for the day I can see the rising of the sun-

1 year 4 months, since we sounded the alarms of goodbye- For 1 year and 4 months we've been living a lie-


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